Rosemary and Pansies

<h2><SPAN name="GHOSTS" id="GHOSTS"></SPAN>GHOSTS</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Upon the eve of Bosworth, it is said,<br/></span> <span class="i2">While Richard waited through the drear night’s gloom<br/></span> <span class="i2">Until wan morn the death-field should illume,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Those he had murdered came with soundless tread<br/></span> <span class="i0">To daunt his soul with prophecies of dread,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And bid him know that, gliding from the tomb,<br/></span> <span class="i2">They would fight ’gainst him in his hour of doom<br/></span> <span class="i0">Until with theirs should lie his discrowned head.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">To every man, in life’s decisive hour,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Ghosts of the past do through the conflict glide,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And for him or against him wield their power;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Lost hopes and wasted days and aims that died<br/></span> <span class="i0">Rise spectral where the fateful war-clouds lower,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And their pale hands the battle shall decide.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />