AN APRIL GHOST
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