Spirits and Ghosts

Who are you to linger so?

Who is the spirit; who is the ghost?

Of all the visions that could be

It is you I see within my vanity

 

Whispers drift from friend to friend

Collecting on window sills, and then

fall and shatter to the ground

The spirit weeps; the ghost is found.

 

Pale and (vein) the lover was seen

In the house to wander aimlessly

From hall to hall and back again

Only to speak a single refrain:

 

“Surely I must be the ghost,

 for it was I who loved you most”