To a Lady, II

I have been roaming in that Spirit-world, And still my deathless love return’d to thee: And still thy brow, thy locks in lustre curl’d, And thy dear eye of beauty shone on me: And thou, my guardian angel, changelessly, Though all abandon’d, still wouldst leave me not! And then I thought, if e’er an hour should be, When my poor soul might leave that rayless spot, Thee would my spirit seek, forgetless, unforgot.