OVER the water an old ghost strode To a churchyard on the shore, And over him the waters had flowed A thousand years or more, And pale and wan and weary Looked never a sprite as he; For it's lonely and it's dreary The ghost of a body to be That has mouldered away in the sea. Over the billows the old ghost stepped, And the winds in mockery sung; For the bodiless ghost would fain have wept Over the maiden that lay so young 'Mong the thistles and toadstools so hoary. And he begged of the waves a tear, But they shook upwards their moonlight glory, And the shark looked on with a sneer At his yearning desire and agony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 98 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |