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Theodore Stephanides
The Haunted Tarn
Sighing reeds and moaning rushes
Sway. The wind that wails and hushes
Stirs the lakelet darkly gleaning
Where a pale mist, upward streaming,
Dims the moonbeams' light.
And a pale ghost skyward gazes,
To each star her arms she raises;
But the heavens, never caring,
Unrelenting roll, unsparing,
Till she sinks from sight.
Then, from out the water peering,
Looms a visage dark and sneering;
And a screech of cruel laughter,
With the echoes jeering after,
Screams across the night!
(from "Autumn Gleanings: Corfu Memoirs and Poems")
The Haunted Tarn
Sighing reeds and moaning rushes
Sway. The wind that wails and hushes
Stirs the lakelet darkly gleaning
Where a pale mist, upward streaming,
Dims the moonbeams' light.
And a pale ghost skyward gazes,
To each star her arms she raises;
But the heavens, never caring,
Unrelenting roll, unsparing,
Till she sinks from sight.
Then, from out the water peering,
Looms a visage dark and sneering;
And a screech of cruel laughter,
With the echoes jeering after,
Screams across the night!
(from "Autumn Gleanings: Corfu Memoirs and Poems")