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 POEMS. I9I


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HE only ghost I ever saw
 * Was dressed in mechlin, —so;

He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the bird, But rapid, like the roe; His fashions quaint, mosaic, Or, haply, mistletoe.

His conversation seldom, His laughter like the breeze That dies away in dimples Among the pensive trees. Our interview was transient, — Of me, himself was shy; And God forbid I look behind Since that appalling day!