SINCE you I loved are lost And all my hopes are vain, Then come to me, a lonely ghost, Out of the night and rain. Oh, come to me a ghost And sit beside my fire. I shall not fear you, loved and lost And still my heart's desire. Oh, come to me again When stars are bright and keen, Oh, come and tap on the window-pane And I will let you in. Eagerly will I come And set the window wide; And bid you welcome to your home And to your own fireside. Oh, come, belovèd ghost, When stars lean on the hill: And I will warm you from the frost And from the night-wind chill. You shall forget the grave, And I forget to weep: Since the old comfort we shall have To lull us into sleep. @3Fear!@1 Is it fear of you, And on my breast your head? I shall but fear the dawning new, And the cocks both white and red. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS |