In the Mind’s Eye

    That was once her casement,
     And the taper nigh,
    Shining from within there,
     Beckoned, “Here am I!”

    Now, as then, I see her
     Moving at the pane;
    Ah; ’tis but her phantom
     Borne within my brain! —

    Foremost in my vision
     Everywhere goes she;
    Change dissolves the landscapes,
     She abides with me.

    Shape so sweet and shy, Dear,
     Who can say thee nay?
    Never once do I, Dear,
     Wish thy ghost away.

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