I LAY awake past midnight: The moon set o'er the snow: The very cocks, for coldness, Could neither sleep nor crow. There came to me, near morning, A woman pale and fair: She seemed a monarch's daughter, By the red gold round her hair. The ring upon her finger Was one that well I know: I knew her fair face also, For I had loved it so! But I felt I saw a spirit, And I was sore afraid; For it is many and many a year Ago, since she was dead. I would have spoken to her, But I could not speak, for fear: Because it was a homeless ghost That walked beyond its sphere; Till her head from her white shoulders She lifted up: and said... @3"Look in! you'll find I'm hollow. Pray do not be afraid!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY |