ALL the ghosts I ever knew, White, and thinly calling, Come into the house with you, When the dew is falling. All of youth that ever died, In the Springtime weather, In the windy April tide, Climb the dusk together. For a moment, lad and maid Stand up there all lonely; In a moment fade and fade -- You are left, you only. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND THE SECRET PLACE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |