Rain will fall on the fading flowers, <br />Winds will blow through the dripping tree, <br />When Fall leads in her tattered Hours <br />With Death to keep them company. <br />All night long in the weeping weather, <br />All night long in the garden grey, <br />A ghost and a dream will talk together <br />And sad are the things they will have to say: <br />Old sad things of the bough that's broken; <br />Heartbreak things of the leaf that's dead; <br />Old sad things no tongue hath spoken; <br />Sorrowful things no man hath said.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ghost-and-a-dream-2/
