Eugene Field

Here you will find the Poem Dibdin's Ghost of poet Eugene Field

Dibdin's Ghost

Dear wife, last midnight, whilst I read 
The tomes you so despise, 
A spectre rose beside the bed, 
And spake in this true wise: 
'From Canaan's beatific coast 
I 've come to visit thee, 
For I am Frognall Dibdin's ghost,' 
Says Dibdin's ghost to me. 

I bade him welcome, and we twain 
Discussed with buoyant hearts 
The various things that appertain 
To bibliomaniac arts. 
'Since you are fresh from t' other side, 
Pray tell me of that host 
That treasured books before they died,' 
Says I to Dibdin's ghost. 

'They 've entered into perfect rest; 
For in the life they 've won 
There are no auctions to molest, 
No creditors to dun. 
Their heavenly rapture has no bounds 
Beside that jasper sea; 
It is a joy unknown to Lowndes,' 
Says Dibdin's ghost to me. 

Much I rejoiced to hear him speak 
Of biblio-bliss above, 
For I am one of those who seek 
What bibliomaniacs love. 
'But tell me, for I long to hear 
What doth concern me most, 
Are wives admitted to that sphere?' 
Says I to Dibdin's ghost. 

'The women folk are few up there; 
For 't were not fair, you know, 
That they our heavenly joy should share 
Who vex us here below. 
The few are those who have been kind 
To husbands such as we; 
They knew our fads, and did n't mind,' 
Says Dibdin's ghost to me. 

'But what of those who scold at us 
When we would read in bed? 
Or, wanting victuals, make a fuss 
If we buy books instead? 
And what of those who 've dusted not 
Our motley pride and boast, 
Shall they profane that sacred spot?' 
Says I to Dibdin's ghost. 

'Oh, no! they tread that other path, 
Which leads where torments roll, 
And worms, yes, bookworms, vent their wrath 
Upon the guilty soul. 
Untouched of bibliomaniac grace, 
That saveth such as we, 
They wallow in that dreadful place,' 
Says Dibdin's ghost to me. 

'To my dear wife will I recite 
What things I 've heard you say; 
She 'll let me read the books by night 
She 's let me buy by day. 
For we together by and by 
Would join that heavenly host; 
She 's earned a rest as well as I,' 
Says I to Dibdin's ghost.