I WILL go back and I will lie There in my grave—I will not try To walk familiar ways again ... Strange, that a ghost should feel such pain! I wandered, wandered lonely there! I saw another in my chair ... They talked ... each word cut like a knife, For, ah, they only talked of—life! I could not make them see nor hear; I could not make them feel me near— I could not make them, though I tried ... With life they were so occupied! Yes, narrow are our beds, but we Learn to lie in them quietly ... Strange, that a ghost should feel such pain To walk familiar ways again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON |