FAIR, ruthless Ghost, I know you well! High poets praised you with their lays, Yet could not half your beauty tell; So, now, your loveliness dismays My rhyme, and mocks my poor essays To hint, in words, its magic spell. Ah, witching Queen, strange woes befell The bards who served you in old days! Sweet, ruthless Ghost, their songs of praise Like warning music with me dwell, And bid me to beware your plays With love and death -- your charm repel. You smile again! that smile betrays Hearts still are playthings: Fare you well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN FIELD by SARA TEASDALE MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LIVE IN THE PRESENT by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON |