‘Twas I that cried against the pane on All Souls’ Night
(O pulse of my heart’s life, how could you never hear?)
You filled the room I knew with yellow candlelight
And cheered the lass beside you when she cried in fear.

‘Twas I that went beside you in the gray wood-mist
(O core of my heart’s heart, how could you never know?)
You only frowned and shuddered as you bent and kissed
The lass hard by you, handfast, as I used to go.

‘Twas I that stood to greet you on the churchyard pave
(O fire of my heart’s grief, how could you never see?)
You smiled in careless dreaming as you crossed my grave
And hummed a little love-song where they buried me!

The Forgotten Soul by Margaret Widdemer, published in The Haunted Hour: An Anthology, 1920

Categories: Poetry and Prose

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