The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, --so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
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..........amazing imagery....love this stanza ★ His laughter like the breeze That dies away in dimples Among the pensive trees.
This is all a large metaphor. The ghost is not actually one... he just seems like one. S/he seems to make conversation with the narrator.