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THE GHOST'S PETITION.
After the dark, and before the light,
One lay sleeping; and one sat weeping,
Who had watched and wept the weary night

After the night, and before the day,
One lay sleeping; and one sat weeping
Watching, weeping for one away.

There came a footstep climbing the stair:
Some one standing out on the landing
Shook the door like a puff of air—

Shook the door and in he passed.
Did he enter? In the room centre
Stood her husband: the door shut fast,

"O Robin, but you are cold—
Chilled with the night-dew: so lily-white you
Look like a stray, lamb from our fold.

"O Robin, but you are late:
Come and sit near me—sit here and cheer me."—
(Blue the flame burnt in the grate.)

"Lay not down your head on my breast:
I cannot hold you, kind wife, nor fold you
In the shelter that you love best.

"Feel not after my clasping hand:
I am but a shadow, come from the meadow
Where many lie, but no tree can stand.