When here live lovers loiter to and fro
With tender words and lips of kisses fain,
Then those dead men that walked here long ago
Meet their lost loves again.
With tender words and lips of kisses fain,
Then those dead men that walked here long ago
Meet their lost loves again.
The grey dew keeps no traces of their feet,
Their speech is lighter than the bat's shrill cry,
They hover where of yore they used to meet
Like shadows passing by.
Their speech is lighter than the bat's shrill cry,
They hover where of yore they used to meet
Like shadows passing by.
Though many wander where the moonlight lies
Yet are they lonely as in life they were,
For each ghost looks into his own love's eyes
And sees no other there.
Yet are they lonely as in life they were,
For each ghost looks into his own love's eyes
And sees no other there.
And when the living lips their farewells frame
And the live feet turn to the garden door,
The shades depart in darkness as they came
And are not any more.
And the live feet turn to the garden door,
The shades depart in darkness as they came
And are not any more.
Did those two guess who loved that night in June
That others trod the grass as well as they,
And won from them a passing moment's boon
To love as in life's day?
That others trod the grass as well as they,
And won from them a passing moment's boon
To love as in life's day?
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