Here you will find the Poem Ghosts. of poet Robert Crawford
They look in with dim eyes And faces sweet and sad, Upon the life that dies ? Shades who have had Their part in all things here, The mortal hope and fear, Till, as now from the bier But one remove, They hark the still hours chime Within the Tower of Time As to the sad, sweet rhyme Of life and love. They see more than we know, They hear more than we may, Who ever come and go Like stars on a cloudy way: And they grow sad to ken The mortal life of men, In the vesper light again As they look in And feel the phantom thrill Of all the good and ill, Of love and beauty still And pain and sin. And then with faces wan They to each other turn, Dreaming of what is gone, E'en as they yearn Perchance to lift the veil With fingers thin and pale Showing the no avail Of so much here, And how all things are cast As in a dream at last, When the future as the past Shall disappear.
