Oft, in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
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As a young girl, i loved Loiuas May Alcott's books. A wonderful writer, sensitive and graceful.
A friend or her own or her own personal loss, That appears when she's ready for sleep.. iip.. James
I tried to write. Sabotaged by the computer as usual. Bill Grace
Lovely, absolutely lovely! A take on the numinous so different than the ghost in Hamlet, a necessary and welcome corrective.
Great tribute to little ghost. Beautiful poem having thrilling expression. Thanks and congratulations to her soul for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
In the silence of the night! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sounds as though this was written about her baby sister. Pity that Louisa May died so young. Premature loss of a tremendously talented woman.
its a bad poem, please avoid and dont read