'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright <br /> (Oh, I remember so well, so well); <br />I walked with my love in a sea of light, <br /> And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell. <br /> And sudden the moon grew strangely dull, <br /> And sudden my love had taken wing; <br /> I looked on the face of a grinning skull, <br /> I strained to my heart a ghastly thing. <br /> <br />'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still <br /> In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow, <br />And she wondered why my lips were chill, <br /> Why I was silent and kissed her so. <br /> A year has gone and the moon is bright, <br /> A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe; <br /> I sit by a new-made grave to-night, <br /> And my heart is broken -- it's strange, you know.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/premonition-3/
