The Black Christ & Other Poems/Ghosts

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Ghosts
BREAST under breast when you shall lie
 With him who in my place
Bends over you with flashing eye
 And ever nearing face;

Hand fast in hand when you shall tread
 With him the springing ways
Of love from me inherited
 After my little phase;

Be not surprised if suddenly
 The couch or air confound
Your ravished ears upbraidingly,
 And silence turn to sound.

But never let it trouble you,
 Or cost you one caress;
Ghosts are soon sent with a word or two
 Back to their loneliness.

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