Chapter VI

I am so pale to-night, so mere a ghost,
Ah, what, to-morrow, shall my spirit be?
No living angel of the heavenly host,
No happy soul, blithe in eternity.

Oh, I shall wander on beneath the moon
A lonely phantom seeking for you, soon;
A wandering ghost, seeking you timidly,
Whom you will tremble, dear, and start to see!