[Editor: This poem by Una Shaw was published in Birth: A Little Journal of Australian Poetry (Melbourne, Vic.), June 1920.]
Memories.
I sat in my bare room all night.
With seven candles burning bright,
Striving to scare away the horde
That always share my bed and board;
Striving to fright the restless ghosts
Who troop about my room in hosts.
And all the spectres fled save three
Who came and stood beside o’ me.
The first was Love, the second Pride.
The third was she who sometime died.
— Una Shaw.
Source:
Birth: A Little Journal of Australian Poetry (Melbourne, Vic.), June 1920, p. 51
Editor’s notes:
o’ = an abbreviation of the word “of”
spectre = ghost, phantom; disembodied spirit; the possibility or likelihood of something unpleasant or dangerous that is expected, predicted, or feared to occur in the future (e.g. the spectre of war) (also spelt: specter)
thee = (archaic) you
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