Lionel Willis
Laying a ghost
"I dreamed a ghost spoke what you say I talked
Of in my sleep," confessed his nervous bride
Of just a few weeks. "I was terrified!"
Some nights, ghostlike herself, she blindly walked.
Then one night, wakened by a muffled scream,
He knew she faced again some shape of fear;
On impulse leaned and whispered in her ear
"Darling, don't be afraid. It's just a dream."
Impulse stretched into custom. Night by night
The phantom that had battened on her dread,
By gentle stages unmasked, visited
Her less and less, drained of its magic might.
A faint discomfort plagues him when she sighs
"Do you remember how I used to fret?"
Through the long nights they slumber even yet.
He's never told her how he whispered lies.
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