Lizette Woodworth Reese (Лайзетт Вудворт Риз)

All Hallows Night

Two things I did on Hallows Night:— 
Made my house April-clear; 
Left open wide my door 
To the ghosts of the year.

Then one came in. Across the room 
It stood up long and fair— 
The ghost that was myself— 
And gave me stare for stare.

1. Wise
2. Trust
3. Mid-March
4. Herbs
5. The Deserted House

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