Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 220

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CCXX GHOSTS
Come, gentle ghosts, from that far-distant shoreOf those that look no more upon the sun,We love you ever as we loved before,We could not fear you now the day is done;One ghost alone I fear, the ghost of oneThat lives—but loves and is beloved no more.

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