A pensive photograph Watches me from the shelf -- Ghost of old love, and half Ghost of myself! How the dear waiting eyes Watch me and love me yet -- Sad home of memories, Her waiting eyes! Ghost of old love, wronged ghost, Return: though all the pain Of all once loved, long lost, Come back again. Forget not, but forgive! Alas, too late I cry. We are two ghosts that had their chance to live, And lost it, she and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST THE KNIGHTS: THE POET AND HIS RIVALS by ARISTOPHANES AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD |