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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.