I shall come back without fanfaronade br Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; br But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- br A mild and most bewildered little shade. br I shall not make sepulchral midnight raid, br But softly come where I had longed to be br In April twilight's unsung melody, br And I, not you, shall be the one afraid. br br Strange, that from lovely dreamings of the dead br I shall come back to you, who hurt me most. br You may not feel my hand upon your head, br I'll be so new and inexpert a ghost. br Perhaps you will not know that I am near- br And that will break my ghostly heart, my dear.