"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?" "If you and I were ghosts in love We'd climb the cliffs of Mystery, Above the sea of Wails. I'd trim your gray and streaming hair With veils of Fantasy From the tree of Memory. 'Tis there the ghosts that fall in love Find their bridal veils." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE MILE END ROAD by AMY LEVY A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE FLOWER AND THORN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD |