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The Little Ghost

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

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Drawing the boundary…

The House of Aengus

by Alice Corbin

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Little Ghost

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

Broad, high yew hedges flank the flowers, and border 
An old, smooth lawn where, fashioned grimly stiff. 
Two knights — in close-clipped box — keep ancient order, 
O'er shaven dragon, hound and hippogriff; 
And there,
When the June air 
At dusk is cool and fair. 
And the great roses strengthen on their stalks, 
Down the long path, beset 
With heaven-scented, haunting mignonette. 
The gardeners say, 
A little grey 
Ghost-lady walks! 

I haven't seen her, haven't heard her legend. 
Pale little shade, only the rumour tells 
That 'tis her wont to wander to the hedge-end, 
And vanish near the Canterbury Bells; 
And so 
I do not know 
What sends her to and fro — 
Murder, may be, or broken heart, or gold. 
I like to fancy most 
That she is just some little lady's ghost 
Who loved her flowers
And quiet hours 
In Junes of old! 

The House of Aengus

by Alice Corbin

Love came into his secret house,
His tower of glass, at the fall of night,
Where there is neither sun nor moon,
Wind nor wave, but a world of light.
Love came into his secret house,
Deep in the world, under the wave,
And the stars fell down from the trembling roof,
And the harp that Etain gave
Quivered and wakened and all its strings
Whispered and sang with a wild delight,
When Love came into his secret house,
His tower of glass, at the fall of night.

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