The place still murmurs <br />Her name down low, <br />A breathing space hangs <br />Like air; the wraith-ghost. <br /> <br />The shocking moon harmed, <br />With its piercing rays; <br />Her fair heart rebelled <br />Against such excess ways. <br /> <br />No recompense was found <br />In earth's delight; all gone, <br />All gone, the enraptured <br />Countenance sleeps on..<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wraith-ghost/
