A landlord ghost! Aye, one who knows
His lease out-lived with the cock that crows,
A wraith content that contented goes.
Goes at the cry of the bird unseen,
Calling the friends of what has been;
And some it names lie sleeping near—
Ah, wake them not, friend Chanticleer!
XVI
Three times it calls the end of the dream,
And still I return, for still I seem