I’m haunted by my Lover’s SongSome moments since this falling ill
And question morals—Right and Wrong.
What time remains may swift belong
To soundless shallow breathing—still,
I’m haunted by my Lover’s Song.
She’s seeing spirit faces drawn
Beyond the passage closing chill
And questions morals—Right and Wrong.
From formal sadness—Living long
In empty rooms that Life or Faith should fill
I’m haunted by my Lover’s song.
Her lyric hold is bold and strong
As wordless glancing parables
That form our morals—Right or Wrong.
So dreadful now to choose among
A Vow or tearful lonesome act of Will;
I’m haunted by my Lover’s Song
And question morals—Right and Wrong.