The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, -- so;He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow.
His gait was soundless, like the 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!
