When your father's ghost came round,nyou bade him to please stay,nbut he just slipped away. nYou cried all night in bed, nas I held your trembling head. nI said, You've lost too much too fast. But this too, Will pass. nnThe last night when you left your old New England town,nby the cold Long Island Sound, nYour winsome voice was pinched. nWhen I leaned in close, you flinched. nYou'd changed so much, so fast, but I thought, This too, will pass.nI rode down the dark street nand stopped out in the snow. nI watched my friends through their front window. nThey laughed under the lights, nbut I turned towards the night. nThey don't know not to ask, nthough this, too, will pass.