“My Spirit Will Not Haunt the Mound”
My spirit will not haunt the moundAbove my breast,But travel, memory-possessed,To where my tremulous being foundLife largest, best.
My phantom-footed shape will goWhen nightfall graysHither and thither along the waysI and another used to knowIn backward days.
And there you’ll find me, if a jotYou still should careFor me, and for my curious air;If otherwise, then I shall not,For you, be there.
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