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THE GHOSTS OF AN OLD HOUSE: VISION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

First Line: YOU WHO FLUTTER AND QUIVER
Last Line: JUST BEYOND MY APPREHENSION.
You who flutter and quiver
An instant
Just beyond my apprehension;
Lady,
I will find the white orchid for you,
If you will but give me
One smile between those wayward drifts of hair.

I will break the wild berries that loop themselves over the
marsh-pool,
For your sake,
And the long green canes that swish against each other,
I will break, to set in your hands.
For there is no wonder like to you,
You who flutter and quiver
An instant
Just beyond my apprehension.



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