Classic Poem

All the ghosts I ever knew,
White, and thinly calling,
Come into the house with you
When the dew is falling.

All of youth that ever died,
In the Springtime weather,
In the windy April tide,
Climb the dusk together.

For a moment, lad and maid
Stand up there all lonely;
In a moment fade and fade —
You are left, you only.