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.