The Haunter

Yes, I companion him to places

   Only dreamers know,

Where the shy hares print long paces,

   Where the night rooks go;

Into old aisles where the past is all to him,

   Close as his shade can do,

Always lacking the power to call to him,

   Near as I reach thereto!

What a good haunter I am, O tell him,

   Quickly make him know

If he but sigh since my loss befell him

   Straight to his side I go.

Tell him a faithful one is doing

   All that love can do

Still that his path may be worth pursuing,

   And to bring peace thereto.