They know not the green leaves; <br />In whose earth-haunting dream <br />Dimly the forest heaves, <br />And voiceless goes the stream. <br />Strangely they seek a place <br />In love’s night-memoried hall; <br />Peering from face to face, <br />Until some heart shall call <br />And keep them, for a breath, <br />Half-mortal ... (Hark to the rain!)... <br />They are dead ... (O hear how death <br />Gropes on the shutter’d pane!)<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wraiths/
