Author Lizette Woodworth Reese Two things I did on Hallows Night: — Made my house April-clear; Left open wide my door To the ghosts of the year. Then one came in. Across the room It stood up long and fair — The ghost that was myself — And gave me stare for stare. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments