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...