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First Line: I'm a spook, sweet-sleeping fool
Last Line: But only spooks can know...


I'm a spook, sweet-sleeping fool,
And aren't you affrighted of me?
I writhe and sway,
And the thunder growls,
And the lightnings play --

It's not like that
You should be staring at me,
Foolish fellah-me-lad --
Or I'll turn me into a banshee
As'll be making your hair
Turn white with fright!

I'm a poet spook, gossoon,
And you dream my rhymes
Because you're not afraid --
You're not afraid,
Though the thunder growled
And the lightnings played.

How I've wandered, little fool,
Wandered in the way
That all respectable haunts do wander...

And some of the things
I've seen under this witching moon!

You'll not be learning till the morning,
But I'll whisper in your ear, your ear:

"Hardin died;
But Mrs. Hardin, finding a gray hair in her head,
Did take that harder
Than Hardin did dying..."

It's awake you'll be soon,
And crying: "What a dream!
What crazy dreams I do be having!"

Dreams, young fellah,
Are flaming worlds of gay adventure
Spinning around the scarlet comet
That is hope;

Dreams are lives,
And make your lives --
But only spooks can know...





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