Phantasmagoria and Other Poems Large Print

That Spectre left you on the Third-Since then you've not been haunted: For, as he never sent us word, 'Twas quite by accident we heardThat any one was wanted."A Spectre has first choice, by right, In filling up a vacancy;Then Phantom, Goblin, Elf, and Sprite-If all these fail them, they inviteThe nicest Ghoul that they can see."The Spectres said the place was low, And that you kept bad wine: So, as a Phantom had to go, And I was first, of course, you know, I couldn't well decline.""No doubt," said I, "they settled whoWas fittest to be sentYet still to choose a brat like you, To haunt a man of forty-two, Was no great compliment!""I'm not so young, Sir," he replied,"As you might think. The fact is, In caverns by the water-side, And other places that I've tried, I've had a lot of practice: "But I have never taken yetA strict domestic part, And in my flurry I forgetThe Five Good Rules of EtiquetteWe have to know by heart."My sympathies were warming fastTowards the little fellow: He was so utterly aghast7At having found a Man at last, And looked so sc