 | Rudyard Kipling's Verse |  |
The Return of Imray.
The doors were wide, the story saith,Out of the night came the patient wraith.
He might not speak, and he could not stir
A hair of the Baron's miniver.
Speechless and strengthless, a shadow thin,
He roved the castle to find his kin.
And oh! 'twas a piteous sight to see
The dumb ghost follow his enemy!
| Rudyard Kipling's Verse | |