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