Animula Vaga

BY

JOHN B. TABB

A SPIRIT from the grave
Again I come,
E’en as I vanished, save
Disrobed and dumb.

No shadow as I pass —
However clear
The wave on mirroring glass — '
Betrays me near;

Nor unto them that live
Forlorn of me,
A signal can I give
Of sympathy.

Ah, better ’t were to hide
Where none appear,
Than thus in death abide
To life so near!