Friday, July 10, 2015

ars poetica

If Spirits Walk
By Sophie Jewett

“I have heard (but not believed) the spirits of the dead
May walk again.”
Winter’s Tale

If spirits walk, Love, when the night climbs slow   
The slant footpath where we were wont to go,   
      Be sure that I shall take the self-same way   
      To the hill-crest, and shoreward, down the gray,   
Sheer, gravelled slope, where vetches straggling grow.
Look for me not when gusts of winter blow,   
When at thy pane beat hands of sleet and snow;
   I would not come thy dear eyes to affray,
               If spirits walk.
But when, in June, the pines are whispering low,   
And when their breath plays with thy bright hair so
      As some one's fingers once were used to play—
      That hour when birds leave song, and children pray,
Keep the old tryst, sweetheart, and thou shalt know   
               If spirits walk.