The Little Ghost Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Little Ghost

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I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
waderaderaderaderade 19 September 2019

doesn't make sense just letting ya know if ya didn't know im letting ya know

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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

This has always been and will always be one of my very favorite poems of the poet! Find it's just so wonderfully written and fun to read!

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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