Thomas Hardy — In the Minds Eye

That was once her casement,        &nbsp And the taper nigh, Shining from within there,        &nbsp Beckoned, "Here am I!" Now, as then, I see her        &nbsp Moving at the pane; Ah; 'tis but her phantom        &nbsp Borne within my brain! - Foremost in my vision        &nbsp Everywhere goes she; Change dissolves the landscapes,        &nbsp She abides with me. Shape so sweet and shy, Dear,        &nbsp Who can say thee nay? Never once do I, Dear,        &nbsp Wish thy ghost away.