In the Mind's Eye by Thomas Hardy

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.