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Poetry Friday: If Spirits Walk by Sophie Jewett

March 20th, 2015 (09:26 am)

If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs slow
The slant footpath where we were wont to go,
Be sure that I shall take the selfsame way
To the hill-crest, and shoreward, down the gray,
Sheer, gravelled slope, where vetches straggling grow.

Look for me not when gusts of winter blow,
When at thy pane beat hands of sleet and snow;
I would not come thy dear eyes to affray,
If spirits walk.

But when, in June, the pines are whispering low,
And when their breath plays with thy bright hair so
As some one’s fingers once were used to play-
That hour when birds leave song, and children pray,
Keep the old tryst, sweetheart, and thou shalt know
If spirits walk.

- If Spirits Walk by Sophie Jewett

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Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: March 21st, 2015 02:29 pm (UTC)

Let those spirits get walking!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: March 21st, 2015 02:58 pm (UTC)

Good morning!

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