THE GHOST'S PETITION.
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Morrow by morrow
Sorrow breeds sorrow,
For this my song sigheth;
From day to night
We lapse out of sight.—
Such is life that dieth.
Sorrow breeds sorrow,
For this my song sigheth;
From day to night
We lapse out of sight.—
Such is life that dieth.
THE GHOST'S PETITION.
"THERE'S a footstep coming; look out and see."—
"The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea."—
"The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea."—
"There's a footstep coming; O sister, look."—
"The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;
No one cometh across the brook."—
"The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;
No one cometh across the brook."—
"But he promised that he would come:
To-night, to-morrow, in joy or sorrow,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
To-night, to-morrow, in joy or sorrow,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
"For he promised that he would come:
His word was given; from earth or heaven,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
His word was given; from earth or heaven,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
"Go to sleep, my sweet sister Jane;
You can slumber, who need not number
Hour after hour, in doubt and pain.
You can slumber, who need not number
Hour after hour, in doubt and pain.
"I shall sit here awhile, and watch;
Listening, hoping, for one hand groping
In deep shadow to find the latch."
Listening, hoping, for one hand groping
In deep shadow to find the latch."
