They say that shadows of deceased ghosts <br />Do haunt the houses and the graves about, <br />Of such whose life's lamp went untimely out, <br />Delighting still in their forsaken hosts: <br />So, in the place where cruel Love doth shoot <br />The fatal shaft that slew my love's delight, <br />I stalk, and walk, and wander day and night, <br />Even like a ghost with unperceived foot. <br />But those light ghosts are happier far than I, <br />For, at their pleasure, they can come and go <br />Unto the place that hides their treasure so, <br />And see the name with their fantastic eye: <br />Where I, alas, dare not approach the cruel <br />Proud moment that doth enclose my jewel.<br /><br />Joshua Sylvester<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-say-that-shadows-of-deceased-ghosts/
