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GHOSTS, by            
First Line: I do believe in ghosts, so many I have seen
Last Line: Who steals a sweet cold kiss across the past's old bars.
Subject(s): Ghosts; Supernatural


I do believe in ghosts, so many I have seen.
Breath of a yellow rose can always bring to me
The ghost of an old garden, near Lake Huron's shore,
With tall weeds, sunshine, bird songs, and a poplar tree.

This afternoon a ball, thrown by a neighbor boy,
Fell on my quiet lawn. The sound brought back to me
The ghosts of autumn days, when ripened apples fell
In sunny orchards, like gifts from each loaded tree.

Of course, against sad ghosts I try to lock my door,
But, being ghosts, they will not be denied.
They must come in, and spend a dreary hour with me,
Till my heart aches with woe, and sometimes I have cried.

When, underneath my feet, crisp snow is musical,
The night sky a great tent of flashing frosty stars,
Quite suddenly, by me there walks a gay, young ghost,
Who steals a sweet cold kiss across the Past's old bars.





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