AN APRIL GHOST
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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 Spring-time 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. Lizette Woodworth Reese