My spirit will not haunt the mound br Above my breast, br But travel, memory-possessed, br To where my tremulous being found br Life largest, best. br br My phantom-footed shape will go br When nightfall grays br Hither and thither along the ways br I and another used to know br In backward days. br br And there you'll find me, if a jot br You still should care br For me, and for my curious air; br If otherwise, then I shall not, br For you, be there.