Storm

If ghosts there be they walk to-night—
So wild the moon, so gley the sky.
Such darkling stream nor star bedight;
If ghosts there be they walk to-night.
Old branches creak in sad affright,
And rainstorms, sobbing, scatter by.
If ghosts there be they walk to-night . . . .
. . . . And if they walk, I would not die.

—C.E.D.