The Ghost-yard of the Goldenrod

The Ghost-yard of the Goldenrod

A poem by Bliss Carman. In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, The ghost-yard of the goldenrod holds sway. With leaves of gold, that rustle in the breeze, And petals soft as silk, the flowers please. A place of magic, where dreams come true, The ghost-yard of the goldenrod is waiting for you. So wander through its twilight streets, And let your spirit soar on wings of sweet retreat.

By Bliss Carman · First published 1912 · Genre: Fiction, Ghost Story, Mystery · 91 words

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When the first silent frost has trod The ghost-yard of the goldenrod,

And laid the blight of his cold hand Upon the warm autumnal land,

And all things wait the subtle change That men call death, is it not strange

That I -- without a care or need, Who only am an idle weed --

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ghost story · supernatural · horror · fantasy · magic · mystery · poetry · symbolism · nature · wildlife · death · grief

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