Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By SophieJewett1501 If Spirits Walk
I
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, gravelled slope, where vetches straggling grow.
When at thy pane beat hands of sleet and snow;
I would not come thy dear eyes to affray,
If spirits walk.
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.