Poem by Robert William Service

Premonition

'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
   (Oh, I remember so well, so well);
I walked with my love in a sea of light,
   And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.

      And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,
         And sudden my love had taken wing;
      I looked on the face of a grinning skull,
         I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.

'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still
   In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow,
And she wondered why my lips were chill,
   Why I was silent and kissed her so.

      A year has gone and the moon is bright,
         A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe;
      I sit by a new-made grave to-night,
         And my heart is broken -- it's strange, you know.

1. The Blind and the Dead
2. Comfort
3. Athabaska Dick
4. The Woman and the Angel
5. L'Envoi (You who have lived in the Land)

Paul Dunbar Premonition ("Dear heart, good-night!")

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