To A Portrait

A pensive photograph

  Watches me from the shelf--

Ghost of old love, and half

  Ghost of myself!

How the dear waiting eyes

  Watch me and love me yet--

Sad home of memories,

  Her waiting eyes!

Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,

  Return: though all the pain

Of all once loved, long lost,

  Come back again.

Forget not, but forgive!

  Alas, too late I cry.

We are two ghosts that had their chance to live,

  And lost it, she and I.