When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead         And that thou think'st thee freeFrom all solicitation from me,Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see;Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,And he, whose thou art then, being tir'd before,Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake … Continue reading Poem – “The Apparition”