Colloquy

It's cold in the room, lamp's out, the moon is late;

Something cried out just now, as in great fear!

Ghost that I knew, what brings you suddenly near?

You said you would come to me if I would wait.

But you died long ago, poor foolish dear!

And dead and living cannot mix or meet.

You to the dark, and I to love must go.

Last night, but not tonight.

What can you do

To hinder me from one who is as sweet

As you were once? You're dead.

But you're dead too.