 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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LOVE'S GHOST.
Is Love at end? How did he go?
His coming was full sweet, I know;
But when he went he slipped away
And never paused to say good-day—
How could the traitor leave me so?
His coming was full sweet, I know;
But when he went he slipped away
And never paused to say good-day—
How could the traitor leave me so?
There 's something in the summer, though,
That brings the old time back, and lo!
This phantom that would bar my way
Is dead Love's ghost.
That brings the old time back, and lo!
This phantom that would bar my way
Is dead Love's ghost.
His footfall is as soft as snow,
And in his path the lilies blow;
He quenches the just-kindled ray
With which I fain would light my way,
And bids me newer joys forego,
This tyrant ghost.
And in his path the lilies blow;
He quenches the just-kindled ray
With which I fain would light my way,
And bids me newer joys forego,
This tyrant ghost.
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