A spirit from the grave Again I come, E'en as I vanished, save Disrobed and dumb. No shadow as I pass -- However clear The wave on mirroring glass -- Betrays me near; Nor unto them that live Forlorn of me, A signal can I give Of sympathy. Ah, better 'twere to hide Where none appear Than thus in death abide To life so near! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ROBIN REDBREAST by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON SEEING AN OLD POET IN THE CAFE ROYAL by JOHN BETJEMAN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: DEEDS MIGHT HAVE BEEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON JOHN DOVE [JOHNNY DOW], INNKEEPER OF MAUCHLINE by ROBERT BURNS |