The Mind
A Nightmare
From New Poems (1896)
The Mind
I have a friend in ghostland--
Early found, ah me how early lost!-
Blood-red seaweeds drip along that coastland
By the strong sea wrenched and tost.
If I wake he hunts me like a nightmare:
I feel my hair stand up, my body creep:
Without light I see a blasting sight there,
See a secret I must keep.
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MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “A Nightmare.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/499/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “A Nightmare.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/499/.
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