THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE.

There's something strange, I know not what,

Come o'er me,

Some phantom I've for ever got

Before me.

I look on high and in the sky

‘ Tis shining;

On earth, its light with all things bright

Seems twining.

In vain I try this goblin's spells

To sever;

Go where I will, it round me dwells

For ever.

And then what tricks by day and night

It plays me;

In every shape the wicked sprite

Waylays me.

Sometimes like two bright eyes of blue

‘ Tis glancing;

Sometimes like feet, in slippers neat,

Comes dancing.

By whispers round of every sort

I'm taunted.

Never was mortal man, in short,

So haunted.