Poems (Chitwood)/Haunted
HAUNTED.
Blow, west winds, blow away my tears
As clouds from stars, and let me see
If, in the deep repose of years,
She's sleeping still beneath the tree.
As clouds from stars, and let me see
If, in the deep repose of years,
She's sleeping still beneath the tree.
For sometimes, when the winds are strong,
Tearing the leaves of red and gold,
The voice, that had been mute so long,
Speaks in a whisper thick and cold.
Tearing the leaves of red and gold,
The voice, that had been mute so long,
Speaks in a whisper thick and cold.
I strain mine eyes to look, to-night,
If haply, 'neath-the misty stars,
I see her shroud, so still and white,
Faring beneath the windy bars.
If haply, 'neath-the misty stars,
I see her shroud, so still and white,
Faring beneath the windy bars.
For foes have said she doth not sleep
Serenely in the grave's black fold,
That injured ghosts come back to keep
The life-blood running quick and cold.
Serenely in the grave's black fold,
That injured ghosts come back to keep
The life-blood running quick and cold.
What time the round moon goeth down,
And midnight's wierd, wild phantoms rise,
She twines about my brow a crown
Of serpents, with their blood-red eyes.
And midnight's wierd, wild phantoms rise,
She twines about my brow a crown
Of serpents, with their blood-red eyes.
I feel her soft hand's pressure light—
My heart stops beating, mute with fears
And ceaseless, on my pillow white,
I hear the dropping of her tears.
My heart stops beating, mute with fears
And ceaseless, on my pillow white,
I hear the dropping of her tears.
The morn comes on, the blossoms hold
On her low grave their cups of dew;
I see no opening in the fold
Of the green turf to let her through.
On her low grave their cups of dew;
I see no opening in the fold
Of the green turf to let her through.
Blow, west winds, blow away my tears
As clouds from stars, and answer me:
Is it but conscience, wild with fears,
Conjures the phantom that I see?
As clouds from stars, and answer me:
Is it but conscience, wild with fears,
Conjures the phantom that I see?