Haunted World [jo harvelle]

Next part of our AU project "Dark twisted fantasy turned into reality."

Jo.


This is a haunted world. It has 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.