Those are beautiful and eerie lyrics, Sandy.
Some more of the related "Ghost Lover" --

She took him by the hand and she laid him down,
Felt he was as cold as the clay.
She said "My dearest dear, if I only had my way,
This long night would never turn to day."

"Oh where is your soft bed of down, my love?
Where are you white Holland sheets?
And where is the fair maid who watches over you
As you lay in your long dreamless sleep?"

Tim - "Ah, Sunflower!" is a great one. I heard the Fugs version in the '60's. Blake's lyrics have been rattling around in my head ever since:

Ah, Sunflower! Weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveler's journey is done,
Where the youth pine away with desire,
And the pale virgins arise from their graves,
And aspire where my sunflower wishes to go.

Thanks for reminding me.