CAMILLE LADIES TRICK OR TREAT BAG
Poem Below is on reverse side.
I am almost afraid of the wind out there. The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
The windows clatter and whine. I sit here in the quiet house, low-lit.
With the clock that ticks and the books that stand. Wise and silent, on every hand.
I am almost afraid; though I know the night Lets no ghosts walk in the warm lamplight.
Yet ghosts there are; and they blow, they blow,
Out in the wind and the scattering snow.
When I open the windows and go to bed, Will the ghosts come in and stand at my head?
-Fannie Stearns Davis