A Celebration of Women Writers

"Ghosts." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, pp. 36-37.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

[Page 36] 


THE sky is overcast,
  The wind wails loud;
Grey ghosts go driving past
  In driving cloud;
And, in the beating rain
Against the window-pane
Dead fingers beat again,
  Dead faces crowd.

O, grey ghosts, waiting still,
  My fire burns bright;
Without is cold and chill,
  Here, warm and light.
And would you have me creep
Outside to you, and sweep
With you along the steep
  Of the grey night ?

Nay, once I held you dear,
  Before you fled
Adown the shadowy, drear
  Paths of the dead;
But now the churchyard mould
Has left you all too cold,
Your hands I cannot hold,
  Your touch I dread.

[Page 37] 

Yet linger patiently,
  Ghosts of the past,
Soon there shall come to me
  That morn's chill blast
That calls me too to tread
Those ways of doubt and dread,
And numbered with the dead
  To lie at last.

[Page 38]

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom