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.