All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense, and as they please They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size, Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

For spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me; 'tis falsely said That even there was intercourse Between the living and the dead.

My people too were scared with eerie sounds, A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls. A noise of falling weights that never fell, Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand, Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door, And bolted doors that open'd of themselves; And one betwixt the dark and light had seen Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.