A ghastly face, All drawn and pale, Stood and stared at me. It came from space, All drawn and pale, And stood and stared at me. Ah, yes, 'twas death All drawn and pale That stood and stared at me. Then passed death All drawn and pale, And life was there with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |