Thomas Hardy

In the Mind’s Eye

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.