A Ghost's Question

When with your fair, new Love you laughing go
Through the loud streets we two have known so well,
Will not old memories your feet compel
To wait, sometimes, for one whose step is slow,
Whose presence only you may feel or know,—
The shadow of a shadow, you dispel
With wave of hand, as the old tale you tell
To new ears listening as I used, you know?

Or when you press her hand against your breast,
Will you for one swift instant think it mine,
And thrill to the dead joy you once possessed
And quaffed and savored, as men quaff their wine—
Then turn and meet her smile, jest back her jest,
And swear afresh she doth all charms combine?