<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moonlight flutters from the sky <br>To meet her at the door, <br>A little ghost, whose steps have passed <br>Across the creaking floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And rustling vines that lightly tap <br>Against the window-pane, <br>Throw shadows on the white-washed walls <br>To blot them out again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moonlight leads her as she goes <br>Across a narrow plain, <br>By all the old, familiar ways <br>That know her steps again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the scrub it leads her on <br>And brings her to the creek, <br>But by the broken dam she stops <br>And seems as she would speak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She moves her lips, but not a sound <br>Ripples the silent air; <br>She wrings her little hands, ah, me! <br>The sadness of despair! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While overhead the black-duck's wing <br> Cuts like a flash upon <br>The startled air, that scarcely shrinks <br> Ere he afar is gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And curlews wake, and wailing cry <br>Cur-lew! cur-lew! cur-lew! <br>Till all the Bush, with nameless dread <br>Is pulsing through and through. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moonlight leads her back again <br>And leaves her at the door, <br>A little ghost whose steps have passed <br>Across the creaking floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dame+Mary+Gilmore">Dame Mary Gilmore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360269" data-title="A Little Ghost de Dame Mary Gilmore" data-description="The moonlight flutters from the sky To meet her at the door, A little ghost, whose steps have passed Across the creaking floor. And rustling vines that lightly tap Against the window-pane, Throw shadows on the white-washed walls To blot th..."></div> </div> </div>

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