I have a friend in ghostland -- Early found, ah me, how early lost! -- Blood-red seaweeds drip along that coastland By the strong sea wrenched and tossed. In every creek there slopes a dead man's islet, And such an one in every bay; All unripened in the unended twilight: For there comes neither night nor day. Unripe harvest there hath none to reap it From the watery misty place; Unripe vineyard there hath none to keep it In unprofitable space. Living flocks and herds are nowhere found there; Only ghosts in flocks and shoals: Indistinguished hazy ghosts surround there Meteors whirling on their poles; Indistinguished hazy ghosts abound there; Troops, yea swarms, of dead men's souls. -- Have they towns to live in? -- They have towers and towns from sea to sea; Of each town the gates are seven; Of one of these each ghost is free. Civilians, soldiers, seamen, Of one town each ghost is free: They are ghastly men those ghostly freemen: Such a sight may you not see. -- How know you that your lover Of death's tideless waters stoops to drink? -- Me by night doth mouldy darkness cover, It makes me quake to think: All night long I feel his presence hover Thro' the darkness black as ink. Without a voice he tells me The wordless secrets of death's deep: If I sleep, his trumpet voice compels me To stalk forth in my sleep: If I wake, he hunts me like a nightmare; I feel my hair stand up, my body creep: Without light I see a blasting sight there, See a secret I must keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 2. THE KNIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT EJACULATORY PRAYER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EUCALYPTUS TREES by SISTER BENEDICTION FAUN by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI INVITATION by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |