1 Ha! Help! - 'Twas Palpable! A Ghost That Thronged Up From The Mind Or Hell Of One I Wronged! 2 'Tis Past And - Silence! - Naught! - A Vision Born Of The Scared Mind O'Erwrought With Dreams Forlorn: 3 The Bastard Brood Of Death And Sleep That Wakes Grim Fancies With Its Breath, And Reason Shakes. 4 Would That The Grave _Could_ Rot Like Flesh The Soul, Gnaw Through With Worms And Not Leave It Thus Whole, 5 More Than It Was In Earth Beyond The Grave, Much More In Death Than Birth To Conscience Slave!