My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound

 My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
Life largest, best.


My phantom-footed shape will go
When nightfall grays
Hither and thither along the ways
I and another used to know
In backward days.


And there you'll find me, if a jot
You still should care
For me, and for my curious air;
If otherwise, then I shall not,
For you, be there.

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