~THE LITTLE GHOST~
The Little Ghost
I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high..higher than most..
And the green gate was locked.
And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone..
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.
By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.
I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do..and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!
She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled..there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.
She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.
And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused..then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.
~~Edna St. Vincent Millay~~
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I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high..higher than most..
And the green gate was locked.
And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone..
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.
By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.
I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do..and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!
She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled..there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.
She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.
And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused..then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.
~~Edna St. Vincent Millay~~
just click on the "back" sign below.
BACK TO MY ANGEL LINKS
on all of my webpages. If I've missed anyone, my sincerest
apologies to you and if you would be so kind as to
e-mail me, I would promtly see that you receive the credit due
or remove the item, whichever you'd prefer. Of course,
I'm hoping you will graciously allow me to use them .
Thank you and God Bless