A ghost’s love is a strange love,
And my love is stranger still;
For it burns and glows without a hope,
And it lives without a will.
I haunt thee in the midnight,
I haunt thee in the day;
I haunt thee in the silence,
And I drive thy peace away.
I wrap thee in the darkness,
I watch thee in thy sleep;
And I whisper dreadful secrets
That would make the living weep.