The Phantom Wraith Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Phantom Wraith



When roars the wind and beats the rain,
A face before my window-pane-
A phantom of the storm-I see,
My own benighted effigy.


So, when the spirit shuddereth
Before the mystery of Death
Perchance the shadow there portrayed
Is but its own reflected shade.

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