This is a haunted world. It hath no breeze

But is the echo of some voice beloved:

Its pines have human tones;

its billows wear

The color and the sparkle of dear eyes.

Its flowers are sweet with

touch of tender hands

That once clasped ours. All things are beautiful

Because of

something lovelier than themselves,

Which breathes within them, and will never die. �

Haunted, � but

not with any spectral gloom;

Earth is suffused, inhabited by heaven.

--Lucy Larcom

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