Excerpt from The English Review: August 1919 Ghostly through the drifting mist the lingering snow wreaths glimmer, And ghostly comes the lych-owl's hunting-cry, And ghostly, with wet fleeces in the watery moon ashimmer, One by one the grey sheep slowly pass me by. One by one, through bent and heather, disappearing in the hollow, Ghostly shadows down the grassy track they steal And I dread to see them passing, lest a ghost behind them follow A ghost from Flanders follow, dog at heel. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.