A flickering light near spent <br />Her pale hand bore. <br /> <br />Have you seen Angelique? <br />Will she know the place <br />Dead feet must find, <br />The grave-cloth on her face <br />To make her blind? <br /> <br />Have you seen Angelique. . <br />At night I hear her moan, <br />And I shiver in my bed; <br />She wanders all alone, <br />She cannot find the dead.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angelique/
