Classic Poem

AB UFFALO S ONG .

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
'T is 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
'T is 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.