At Moonset When Ghost Speaks With Ghost, And Spirits Meet Where Once They Sinned, Between The Bournes Of Found And Lost, My Soul Met Her Soul On The Wind, My Late-Lost Evalind. I Kissed Her Mouth. Her Face Was Wild. Two Burning Shadows Were Her Eyes, Wherefrom The Maiden Love, That Smiled A Heartbreak Smile Of Severed Ties, Gazed With A Wan Surprise. Then Suddenly I Seemed To See No More Her Shape Where Beauty Bloomed ... My Own Sad Self Gazed Up At Me My Sorrow, That Had So Assumed The Form Of Her Entombed.