REVEALMENT.

At moonset when ghost speaks with ghost,

And spirits meet where once they sinned,

Between the bournes of found and lost,

My soul met her soul on the wind,

My late-lost Evalind.

I kissed her mouth. Her face was wild.

Two burning shadows were her eyes,

Wherefrom the maiden love, that smiled

A heartbreak smile of severed ties,

Gazed with a wan surprise.

Then suddenly I seemed to see

No more her shape where beauty bloomed...

My own sad self gazed up at me —

My sorrow, that had so assumed

The form of her entombed.