I met a ghost in an old bare house, That looked with lusterless eyes at me, And drove from my eyes sweet dreams & drowse, Till the morning made it fl… - Francis William Bourdillon

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I met a ghost in an old bare house,
That looked with lusterless eyes at me,
And drove from my eyes sweet dreams & drowse,
Till the morning made it flee.

My house is builded of years decayed,
And in vain I fill it with new glad light,
For a love that is lost is a ghost unlaid
That troubles the silent night.