Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Garden Ghost

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.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes


Willow Cove said...

Cool ghost-crow

Anarchivist said...

I love Beddoes! And I don't see enough of him around. Thank you!

girl6 said...

wow..the poem & this lil beauty are perfect companions. especially that first line, really got me. i LOVE this dudes lil face. & it's alive he actually looks.