Fragment of a Ghost Story
A shovel of his ashes tookFrom the hearth's obscurest nook,Muttering mysteries as she went.Helen and Henry knew that GrannyWas as much afraid of Ghosts as any,And so they followed hard--But Helen clung to her brother's arm,And her own spasm made her shake.
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