noon
He woke -- beside him the ghost-girl shone Out of the dark : ` twas the eve of St. John . He had dreamed a dream of a still , dark wood , Where the maiden of old beside him stood ; But a mist came down , and caught her away , And he sought her in vain through the pathless day , Till he wept with the grief that can do no more , And thought he had dreamt the dream before . From bursting heart the weeping flowed on ; And lo ! beside him the ghost-girl shone ; Shone like the light on a harbour 's breast , Over the sea of his dream 's unrest ; Shone like the wondrous , nameless boon , That the heart seeks ever , night or noon : Warnings forgotten , when needed most , He clasped to his bosom the radiant ghost . She wailed aloud , and faded , and sank . With upturn 'd white face , cold and blank , In his arms lay the corpse of the maiden pale , And she came no more to Sir Aglovaile . Only a voice , when winds were wild , Sobbed and wailed like a chidden child .