If Spirits Walk
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“I have heard (but not believed) the spirits of the dead
May walk again.”
Winter’s Tale
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 self-same 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.
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Source. About Sophie Jewett. Photo: "Pine Trees on the Horizon" -A midsummer night in the forests of Keuruu a place in central Finland. The few remaining pine trees stand in their majesty above the green hills making a magnificent view against the midnight sky. [Photos From Finland]
