The only ghost I ever saw
The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin*,—so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
His gait 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!
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Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
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* Lace made in the Belgian city of Mechelen
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