But still the Shade remained: the blue eyes glared,

And rather variably for stony death;

Yet one thing rather good the grave had spared,

The Ghost had a remarkably sweet breath:

A straggling curl showed he had been fair-haired;

A red lip, with two rows of pearls beneath,

Gleamed forth, as through the casement's ivy shroud

The Moon peeped, just escaped from a grey cloud.