Ghosts
BREAST under breast when you shall lie With him who in my placeBends over you with flashing eye And ever nearing face;
Hand fast in hand when you shall tread With him the springing waysOf love from me inherited After my little phase;
Be not surprised if suddenly The couch or air confoundYour ravished ears upbraidingly, And silence turn to sound.
But never let it trouble you, Or cost you one caress;Ghosts are soon sent with a word or two Back to their loneliness.
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