Poems of Experience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Yea, waited till you died.
'For I would not come between you two, Nor shadow her joy with fear, But mine is the right, I claim this night To visit the earthly sphere. 'For you are dead, and I am dead, And you had her long--so long. And to look on the grace of her worshipped face, Ah! now it can do no wrong. 'I am fettered to Earth by love of her, And hers is the spell divine, That can help me rise, to the realm that lies Just over the astral line. 'I have kept to the laws of God and man, I have suffered and made no moan; Now my little share of joy, I swear I will have--and have it alone.' A skeleton crew the anchor drew, And the ship from the port swung free; With a muffled clang the ghost bell rang, And the boat sailed out to sea. And one ghost stood on the deck and laughed, As only a glad ghost can; While a swooning soul was dragged to his goal, |
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