All my life long I heard the step <br />Of some one I would know, <br />Break softly in upon my days <br />And lightly come and go. <br /> <br />A foot so brisk I said must bear <br />A heart that's clean and clear; <br />If that companion blithe would come, <br />I should be happy here. <br /> <br />But though I waited long and well, <br />He never came at all, <br />I grew aweary of the void, <br />Even of the light foot-fall. <br /> <br />From loneliness to loneliness <br />I felt my spirit grope-- <br />At last I knew the uttermost, <br />The loneliness of hope. <br /> <br />And just upon the border land, <br />Where flesh and spirit part, <br />I knew the secret foot-fall was <br />The beating of my heart.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost-s-story/
