So Ghostly the Girl Came In

So ghostly then the girl came in,
I never saw the turnstile twist,
Down where the orchard trees begin,
Lost in a reverie of mist

And in the windless hour between
The last of daylight and the night,
When fields give up their ebbing green,
And two bats interweave their flight.

I saw the turnstile glimmer pale
Just where the orchard trees begin
But watching was of no avail,
Invisibly the girl came in.

So ghostly then the girl came in,
I never saw the turnstile twist,
Down where the orchard trees begin,
Lost in a reverie of mist.

I took one deep breath of air
And lifted up my heavy heart,
It was not i who trembled there
But my immortal counterpart.

I knew that she had come again,
Up from the orchard through the 'stile,
Without a sigh to tell me when,
Though i was watching all the while...