I LAY awake past midnight: The moon set o'er the snow: The very cocks, for coldness, Could neither sleep nor crow. There came to me, near morning, A woman pale and fair: She seemed a monarch's daughter, By the red gold round her hair. The ring upon her finger Was one that well I know: I knew her fair face also, For I had loved it so! But I felt I saw a spirit, And I was sore afraid; For it is many and many a year Ago, since she was dead. I would have spoken to her, But I could not speak, for fear: Because it was a homeless ghost That walked beyond its sphere; Till her head from her white shoulders She lifted up: and said... @3"Look in! you'll find I'm hollow. Pray do not be afraid!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE AFTER THE LAST BREATH (J.H. 1813-1904) by THOMAS HARDY PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN ROMAIOS by WILLAM GAY BALLANTINE |