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The only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin – so –
He ⁺had no sandal on his foot –
And stepped like flakes of
snow –
His ⁺ Mein, 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!