The Phantom

Thomas Hardy

1840 to 1928

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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.

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