The White Lady

Item found on Willow O' Wisp, tech 10, size 95, weight 1.

Description: Eeriee Poetry

The White Lady

I cannot rest, I cannot rest In straight and shiny wood, My woven hands upon my breast-- The dead are all so good! The earth is cool across their eyes; They lie there quietly. But I am neither old nor wise; They do not welcome me. Where never I walked alone before, I wander in the weeds; And people scream and bar the door, And rattle at their beads. We cannot rest, we never eat Within a narrow bed Who still must love the living best-- Who hate the pompous dead!