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"IF SPIRITS WALK"
If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs slow
The slant footpath where
we were wont to go,
Be sure that I shall take the selfsame way
To the
hill-crest, and shoreward, down the gray,
Sheer, graveled slope, where
vetches straggling grow.
Look for me not when gusts of winter blow,
When
at thy pane beat hands of sleet and snow;
I would not come thy dear eyes to
affray,
If spirits walk.
But when, in June, the pines are whispering low,
And when their breath
plays with thy bright hair so
As some one's fingers once were used to play
-
That hour when birds leave song, and children pray,
Keep the old tryst,
sweetheart, and thou shalt know
If spirits walk.
Sophie Jewett [1861-1909]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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