 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
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GHOSTS
Mazing around my mind like moths at a shaded candle.
In my heart like lost bats in a cave fluttering,
Mock ye the charm whereby I thought reverently to lay you,
When to the wall I nail'd your reticent effigys?
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |