MY GHOST.[A STORY TOLD TO MY LITTLE COUSIN KATE.]
Yes, Katie, I think you are very sweet,
Now that the tangles are out of your hair,
And you sing as well as the birds you meet,
That are playing, like you, in the blossoms there.
But now you are coming to kiss me, you say:
Well, what is it for? Shall I tie your shoe,
Or loop your sleeve in a prettier way?
———Do I know about ghosts? Indeed I do.
Now that the tangles are out of your hair,
And you sing as well as the birds you meet,
That are playing, like you, in the blossoms there.
But now you are coming to kiss me, you say:
Well, what is it for? Shall I tie your shoe,
Or loop your sleeve in a prettier way?
———Do I know about ghosts? Indeed I do.
Have I seen one? Yes: last evening, you know,
We were taking a walk that you had to miss,
(I think you were naughty and cried to go,
But, surely, you'll stay at home after this!)
And, away in the twilight lonesomely
("What is the twilight?" It's—getting late!)
I was thinking of things that were sad to me—
There, hush! you know nothing about them, Kate
We were taking a walk that you had to miss,
(I think you were naughty and cried to go,
But, surely, you'll stay at home after this!)
And, away in the twilight lonesomely
("What is the twilight?" It's—getting late!)
I was thinking of things that were sad to me—
There, hush! you know nothing about them, Kate
Well, we had to go through the rocky lane,
Close to that bridge where the water roars
Close to that bridge where the water roars
