One winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, And supper, with cigars and wine, Was waiting in the study. There was a strangeness in the room, And Something white and wavy Was standing near me in the gloom - I took it for the carpet-broom Left by that careless slavey. But presently the Thing began To shiver and to sneeze: On which I said "Come, come, my man That's a most inconsiderate plan. Less noise there, if you please " "I've caught a cold," the Thing replies, "Out there upon the landing." I turned to look in some surprise, And there, before my very eyes, A little Ghost was standing The collection was also published under the name Rhyme And Reason. It is Lewis Carroll's longest poem. | Phantasmagoria and Other Poems by Lewis Carroll Poetry - English Irish Scottish Welsh, Paperback | Indigo Chapters