In the Moonlight

 “O lonely workman, standing there 

In a dream, why do you stare and stare 

At her grave, as no other grave there were? 

“If your great gaunt eyes so importune 

              Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon,         

Maybe you’ll raise her phantom soon!” 

“Why, fool, it is what I would rather see 

Than all the living folk there be; 

But alas, there is no such joy for me!” 

“Ah - she was one you loved, no doubt,         

  Through good and evil, through rain and drought, 

  And when she passed, all your sun went out?” 

“Nay: she was the woman I did not love, 

 Whom all the others were ranked above, 

Whom during her life I thought nothing of.”     

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