What I am, I must not show

What I am thou could (not know)

Something between heaven and hell

Something that neither stood nor fell

Something that through thy wit or will

May work thee good, may work thee ill

Neither substance quite, nor shadow

Haunting lonely moor and meadow

Dancing by the haunted spring

Riding on the whirlwinds wing

Far less happy, for we have

Help nor hope beyond the grave

Man awakes to joy or sorrow

Ours the sleep that knows no morrow

This is all that I can show

This is all that you may know

A year there is a lifetime

And a second but a day

And an older would will meet you

Each morn' you come away