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.