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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL ROMANCE OF BRUNETTES AND BLONDES by JACQUES BARON THIEPVAL WOOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SURSUM CORDA by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY |