The Little Ghost
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
And up the walk she went with pride,
And yet I did not think of that
A gate that once was there.
I watched to see if she would stay,
The wall is high—higher than most—
And is of ivy bare
The way great ladies go.
She paused—then opened and passed through
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.
She bent above my favourite mint
All ruffled, she had on.
Till after she was gone—
To let her slippers show,
What she would do—and oh!
Her gown's white folds among.
She looked as if she liked the way
By the dear ruffles round her feet,
And the green gate was locked.
That in my garden walked;
With conscious garden grace,
By her small hands that hung
I knew her by the broad white hat,
She held her gown on either side
I knew her for a little ghost
I let my garden grow!
And where the wall is built in new