The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses

Premonition

   'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
    (Oh, I remember so well, so well);
   I walked with my love in a sea of light,
    And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.
       And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,
        And sudden my love had taken wing;
       I looked on the face of a grinning skull,
        I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.

   'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still
    In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow,
   And she wondered why my lips were chill,
    Why I was silent and kissed her so.
       A year has gone and the moon is bright,
        A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe;
       I sit by a new-made grave to-night,
        And my heart is broken — it's strange, you know.