“MY SPIRIT WILL NOT HAUNT THE MOUND”

My spirit will not haunt the mound

Above my breast,

But travel, memory-possessed,

To where my tremulous being found

Life largest, best.

My phantom-footed shape will go

When nightfall grays

Hither and thither along the ways

I and another used to know

In backward days.

And there you'll find me, if a jot

You still should care

For me, and for my curious air;

If otherwise, then I shall not,

For you, be there.