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.