I had a little ghostling -- The ghostling of a thought -- Which came into my head one day As all ideas ought. It moved around within my mind, Ideas staid disturbed; It bumped into my principles And left them quite perturbed. It battered up my conscience, And banged my intellect; My imagination shattered more Than I can recollect. And when that little ghostling Had finished up with me, I vowed I'd never think again, Whate'er results might be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |