So much they loved thee I was half decoyed
By human warmth to feel thee near, but when
I put my hand out all the earth was void,
And vanished even these near-weeping men.
Thus each new time I find that thou art gone,
Anew do I survive the world, alone.
Olive Tilford Dargan
AN APRIL GHOST
All the ghosts I ever knew,
White, and thinly calling,