The Ghosts’ Moonshine

Description

I.



It is midnight, my wedded;

Let us lie under

The tempest bright undreaded,*

In the warm thunder:

(Tremble and weep not! What can you fear?)

My heart’s best wish is thine,-

That thou wert white, and bedded

On the softest bier,

In the ghost’s moonshine.

Is that the wind? No, no;

Only two devils, that blow

Through the murderer’s ribs to and fro,

In the ghosts’ moonshine.



II.



Who is there, she said afraid, yet

Stirring and awaking

The poor old dead? His spade, it

Is only making,-

(Tremble and weep not! What do you crave?)

Where yonder grasses twine,

A pleasant bed, my maid, that

Children call a grave,

In the cold moonshine.

Is that the wind? No, no;

Only two devils, that blow

Through the murderer’s ribs to and fro,

In the ghosts’ moonshine.



III.



What doest thou strain above her

Lovely throat’s whiteness?

A silken chain, to cover

Her bosom’s brightness?

(Tremble and weep not: what do you fear?)

-My blood is spilt like wine,

Thou hast strangled and slain me, lover,

Thou hast stabbed me, dear,

In the ghosts’ moonshine.


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