“My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound”

MY spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life largest, best.

My phantom-footed shape will go When nightfall grays Hither and thither along the ways I and another used to know In backward days.

And there you’ll find me, if a jot You still should care For me, and for my curious air; If otherwise, then I shall not, For you, be there.