The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin - so - He had no sandal on his foot - And stepped like flakes of snow - His Gait - was soundless, like a Bird - But rapid - like the Roe - His fashions, quaint, Mosaic - Or haply, Mistletoe -
His conversation - seldom - His laughter, like the Breeze - That dies away in Dimples Among the pensive Trees -
Our interview - was transient - Of me, himself was shy - And God forbid I look behind - Since that appalling Day!
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