Ghosts

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I walk in a garden of roses,
  'Twixt lawn and shaven lawn,
  And I think of the wild free spaces,
  And the rose of a breathless dawn.

  Gentle and sweet beside me
  Goes the wife that bears my name,
  But I dream of a wild-eyed woman
  And the sea that hides her shame.

© Francis Ernley Walrond