Hieronymous707 wrote:
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> You should check out a poem called
> The Old Sergeant by Forceythe Willson.
> I think you'll like it.
I haven't made it very far in the poem
http://www.bartleby.com/248/710.html
Forceythe "Don't call me Byron" Willson's short life was an interesting one:
http://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/Forceythe_Willson
"...He believed that the living could communicate with the dead, and that he was a medium through which this could be accomplished. He claimed to have had a conversation with his late father some years after his death. He also maintained that he was clairvoyant, and was able to divine the contents of unopened letters, as well as some information about their authors, by placing the envelope to his forehead. In 1863, Willson married Elisabeth Conwell Smith, a poet from New Albany, Indiana. She died the following year, after the loss of their baby. Both Elisabeth, and the child are buried in Laurel, Indiana. From that time until his own death, many who were with him observed him having conversations with the spirit of his dead wife. Shortly following her death, he told a friend 'It has left me neither afflicted nor bereaved... And strangest of yet all, the blessed Presence is at times so plain that I can scarcely believe the tender tie of her embodiment is broken.'..."