Poem by Vachel Lindsay

Ghosts in Love

”Tell me, where do ghosts in love 
Find their bridal veils?” 

”If you and I were ghosts in love 
We’d climb the cliffs of Mystery, 
Above the sea of Wails. 
I’d trim your gray and streaming hair 
With veils of Fantasy 
From the tree of Memory. 
’Tis there the ghosts that fall in love 
Find their bridal veils.”

1. To the United States Senate
2. To Reformers in Despair
3. The Perfect Marriage
4. On the Building of Springfield
5. Upon Returning to the Country Road

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