“Shadows” from the Knickerbocker
by Ann Neilson
From the Knickerbocker, Volume 51, January, 1858, pg. 10.
THE shadows which at sun-set flit
Across my room with noiseless wings,
I know not why, but yet to me
They seem like living things:
I feel that they are living forms,
From earthly grossness free:
The kindred of my soul they seem,
Come back to visit me:
The sun sinks down, they flee away
Through the unopened door;
They leave behind no change of form,
No foot-prints on the floor.
Oh! ever since my friend has lain
In her dark, silent tomb,
I’ve wished that I might steal from life,
As shadows from my room.
Yellow Springs, (O.,) Dec. 4th, 1857.