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...THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |