Ghost Night

A HUNDRED strange things Looked in at the door; There went a soft foot Across the old floor.

Oh, lovely and lost, It was you who were there. Wrapped round in the cloak Of your golden long hair!

The house grew as sweet As a just-lit flower. On the edge of the rain. In an April hour.

Wrapped round in the cloak Of your golden long hair. Oh, lovely and lost. It was you who were there!

I fell at your feet; Enough you were near. Although but a ghost With the ghosts of the year!