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Updated: May 21, 2025
I may not tell; but it needs no touch To make them blessed who love so much. "Come every night, my ghost, to me; And one night I will come to thee. 'Tis good to have a ghostly wife: She will not tremble at clang of strife; She will only hearken, amid the din, Behind the door, if he cometh in." And this is how Sir Aglovaile Often walked in the moonlight pale.
Played with the ghost-child all the night, And the mother was free till the morning light, And sped through the dawning night, to stay With Aglovaile till the break of day. And their love was a rapture, lone and high, And dumb as the moon in the topmost sky. One night Sir Aglovaile, weary, slept And dreamed a dream wherein he wept.
Shone like the wondrous, nameless boon, That the heart seeks ever, night or noon: Warnings forgotten, when needed most, He clasped to his bosom the radiant ghost. She wailed aloud, and faded, and sank. With upturn'd white face, cold and blank, In his arms lay the corpse of the maiden pale, And she came no more to Sir Aglovaile.
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