Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY AUNT'S SPECTRE, by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS First Line: They tell me (but I really can't) Last Line: And plague us as a spectre? Alternate Author Name(s): Collins, Mortimer Subject(s): Aunts; Ghosts; Supernatural | ||||||||
THEY tell me (but I really can't Imagine such a rum thing), IT is the phantom of my Aunt, Who ran away -- or something. IT is the very worst of bores: (My Aunt was most delightful). IT prowls about the corridors, And utters noises frightful. At midnight through the rooms IT glides, Behaving very coolly, Our hearts all throb against our sides -- The lights are burning bluely. The lady, in her living hours, Was the most charming vixen That ever this poor sex of ours Delighted to play tricks on. Yes, that's her portrait on the wall, In quaint old-fangled bodice: Her eyes are blue -- her waist is small -- A ghost! Pooh, pooh, -- a goddess! A fine patrician shape, to suit My dear old father's sister -- Lips softly curved, a dainty foot: Happy the man that kissed her! Light hair of crisp irregular curl Over fair shoulders scattered -- Egad, she was a pretty girl, Unless Sir Thomas flattered! And who the deuce, in these bright days, Could possibly expect her To take to dissipated ways, And plague us as a spectre? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EN PASSANT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IF by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |
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