by Madison Julius Cawein
At moonset when ghost speaks with ghost,
And spirits meet where once they sinned,
Between the bournes of found and lost,
My soul met her soul on the wind,
My late-lost Evalind.
I kissed her mouth. Her face was wild.
Two burning shadows were her eyes,
Wherefrom the maiden love, that smiled
A heartbreak smile of severed ties,
Gazed with a wan surprise.
Then suddenly I seemed to see
No more her shape where beauty bloomed . . .
My own sad self gazed up at me --
My sorrow, that had so assumed
The form of her entombed.
Source:The Garden Of Dreams
John P. Morton & Company, Louisville