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.