<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead Man's Morrice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn,<br>One dark May night,<br>Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din,<br>With quaint delight,<br>It haunts me yet, as old lost airs will do,<br>A phantom strain:<br>_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,<br>And look in vain._</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that old wood, where ghosts of lovers walk,<br>At fall of day,<br>Gleaning such fragments of their ancient talk<br>As poor ghosts may,<br>From leaves that brushed their faces, wet with dew,<br>Or tears, or rain,...<br>_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,<br>And look in vain._</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have we not seen them--pale forgotten shades<br>That do return,<br>Groping for those dim paths, those fragrant glades,<br>Those nooks of fern,<br>Only to find that, of the may they knew,<br>No wraiths remain;<br>_Yet they still look, as I should look for you,<br>And look in vain._</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They see those happier ghosts that waned away--<br>Whither, who knows?--<br>Ghosts that come back with music and the may,<br>And Spring's first rose,<br>Lover and lass, to sing the old burden through,<br>Stave and refrain:<br>_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,<br>And look in vain._</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, after death, if in that starless deep,<br>I lose your eyes,<br>I'll haunt familiar places. I'll not keep<br>Tryst in the skies.<br>I'll haunt the whispering elms that found us true,<br>The old grass-grown lane.<br>_Look for me there, lest I should look for you,<br>And look in vain._</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, as of old, under the dreaming moon,<br>A phantom throng<br>Floats through the fern, to a ghostly morrice tune,<br>A thin sweet song,<br>Hands link with hands, eyes drown in eyes anew,<br>Lips meet again....<br>_Look for me, once, lest I should look for you,<br>And look in vain._</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341801" data-title="Dead Man's Morrice de Alfred Noyes" data-description="There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn, One dark May night, Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din, With quaint delight, It haunts me yet, as old lost airs will do, A phantom strain: _Look for me once, lest I should look for you, And look in..."></div> </div> </div>

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