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.