There's something strange, I know not what,

        Come o'er me,

Some phantom I've for ever got

        Before me.

I look on high and in the sky

        'Tis shining;

On earth, its light with all things bright

        Seems twining.

In vain I try this goblin's spells

        To sever;

Go where I will, it round me dwells

        For ever.

And then what tricks by day and night

        It plays me;

In every shape the wicked sprite

        Waylays me.

Sometimes like two bright eyes of blue

        'Tis glancing;

Sometimes like feet, in slippers neat,

        Comes dancing.

By whispers round of every sort

        I'm taunted.

Never was mortal man, in short,

        So haunted.