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“Ghost Music” was published in Over the Brazier (The Poetry Bookshop, 1917). 

Ghost Music

Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.
From rafters looming shadowy,
From the pipes’ tuneful company,
Drifted together drowsily,
Innumerable, formless, dim,
The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
In melancholy drowsy-sweet
They huddled there in harmony.
Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.

Copyright © 2016 by Wayne Miller. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 15, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2016 by Wayne Miller. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 15, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Robert Graves

Robert Graves

The author of numerous collections of poetry, novels, and translation, Robert Graves was viewed as an accomplished war poet and is the author of I, Claudius

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It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,  
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.  
  
Saint Edward cried, "It is monstrous sin
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An old gray-beard and the frost so keen:  
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My familiar ghost again
    Comes to see what he can see,
Critic, son of Conscious Brain,
    Spying on our privacy.
 
Slam the window, bolt the door,
    Yet he'll enter in and stay;
In to-morrow's book he'll score
    Indiscretions of to-day.
 
Whispered love and muttered fears,
    How their echoes fly about