A Florida Ghost

Down mildest shores of milk-white sand,

 By cape and fair Floridian bay,

Twixt billowy pines — a surf asleep on land —

  And the great Gulf at play,

Past far-off palms that filmed to nought,

 Or in and out the cunning keys

That laced the land like fragile patterns wrought

  To edge old broideries,

The sail sighed on all day for joy,

 The prow each pouting wave did leave

All smile and song, with sheen and ripple coy,

  Till the dusk diver Eve

Brought up from out the brimming East

 The oval moon, a perfect pearl.

In that large lustre all our haste surceased,

  The sail seemed fain to furl,

The silent steersman landward turned,

 And ship and shore set breast to breast.

Under a palm wherethrough a planet burned

  We ate, and sank to rest.

But soon from sleep's dear death (it seemed)

 I rose and strolled along the sea

Down silver distances that faintly gleamed

  On to infinity.

Till suddenly I paused, for lo!

 A shape (from whence I ne'er divined)

Appeared before me, pacing to and fro,

  With head far down inclined.

`A wraith' (I thought) `that walks the shore

 To solve some old perplexity.'

Full heavy hung the draggled gown he wore;

  His hair flew all awry.

He waited not (as ghosts oft use)

 To be `dearheaven'd!' and `oh'd!'

But briskly said:  "Good-evenin'; what's the news?

  Consumption?  After boa'd?

"Or mebbe you're intendin' of

 Investments?  Orange-plantin'?  Pine?

Hotel? or Sanitarium?  What above

  This yea'th CAN be your line?

"Speakin' of sanitariums, now,

 Jest look 'ee here, my friend:

I know a little story, — well, I swow,

  Wait till you hear the end!

"Some year or more ago, I s'pose,

 I roamed from Maine to Floridy,

And, — see where them Palmettos grows?

  I bought that little key,

"Cal'latin' for to build right off

 A c'lossal sanitarium:

Big surf!  Gulf breeze!  Jest death upon a cough!

  — I run it high, to hum!

"Well, sir, I went to work in style:

 Bought me a steamboat, loaded it

With my hotel (pyazers more'n a mile!)

  Already framed and fit,

"Insured 'em, fetched 'em safe around,

 Put up my buildin', moored my boat,

COM-plete! then went to bed and slept as sound

  As if I'd paid a note.

"Now on that very night a squall,

 Cum up from some'eres — some bad place!

An' blowed an' tore an' reared an' pitched an' all,

  — I had to run a race

"Right out o' bed from that hotel

 An' git to yonder risin' ground,

For, 'twixt the sea that riz and rain that fell,

  I pooty nigh was drowned!

"An' thar I stood till mornin' cum,

 Right on yon little knoll of sand,

FreQUENTly wishin' I had stayed to hum

  Fur from this tarnal land.

"When mornin' cum, I took a good

 Long look, and — well, sir, sure's I'm ME —

That boat laid right whar that hotel had stood,

  And HIT sailed out to sea!

"No:  I'll not keep you:  good-bye, friend.

 Don't think about it much, — preehaps

Your brain might git see-sawin', end for end,

  Like them asylum chaps,

"For here

I

walk, forevermore,

 A-tryin' to make it gee,

How one same wind could blow my ship to shore

  And my hotel to sea!"