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Friday, October 17, 2008

The Old Ghost

by Thomas Lovell Beddoes (June 30, 1803January 26, 1849)
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.

4 comments:

  1. Love this! Can't believe it is Friday already. Where did this week go?!

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  2. I love this poem, it is so morbidly delicious. Perfect for this time of year.

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  3. Perfect creepy poem for this time of the year!

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  4. Oh Lord....

    Makes me think that when I'm dead that my ex's will come to visit me after they're dead too!

    haha

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