A GHOST AT THE OPERA.[AFTER THE CIVIL WAR—IN KENTUCKY.]
It was, I think, the Lover of the play.
He, from stage-incantations, turned his head,
And one remembered motion shook away
The whole mock-fairy land, are raised the dead.
He, from stage-incantations, turned his head,
And one remembered motion shook away
The whole mock-fairy land, are raised the dead.
I, in an instant, saw the scenery change.
Trees grey with moss and time before me grew;
Late roses shivered, beautiful and strange;
One red geranium scented all the dew.
Trees grey with moss and time before me grew;
Late roses shivered, beautiful and strange;
One red geranium scented all the dew.
A sudden comet flung its golden veil
Around the frightened stars; a sudden light
Stood, moon-shaped, in the East; a sudden wail
From troubled music smote the spectral night.
Around the frightened stars; a sudden light
Stood, moon-shaped, in the East; a sudden wail
From troubled music smote the spectral night.
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