As mad sexton's bell, tolling
For earth's loveliest daughter
Night's dumbness breaks rolling
Ghostily:
So our boat breaks the water
Witchingly.
As her look the dream troubles
Of her tearful-eyed lover,
So our sails in the bubbles
Ghostily
Are mirrored, and hover
Moonily.
More verses by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
- The Old Ghost
- Sonnet - To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
- Song From The Second Brother
- Lines Written In A Blank Leaf Of The ‘prometheus Unbound’
- A Cypress-Bough, And A Rose-Wreath Sweet ( Song )
