 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
198
GHOSTS IN LOVE
“Tell me, where do ghosts in love
Find their bridal veils?”
Find their bridal veils?”
“If you and I were ghosts in love
We'd climb the cliffs of Mystery,
Above the Sea that Wails,
I'd trim your gray and streaming hair
With veils of Fantasy
From the tree of Memory.
'Tis there the ghosts that fall in love
Find their bridal veils.”
We'd climb the cliffs of Mystery,
Above the Sea that Wails,
I'd trim your gray and streaming hair
With veils of Fantasy
From the tree of Memory.
'Tis there the ghosts that fall in love
Find their bridal veils.”
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |