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Phantom

All look and likeness caught from earth
All accident of kin and birth
Had passed away.  There was no trace
Of aught on that illumined face
Upraised beneath the rifted stone
But of one spirit all her own -
She, she herself, and only she
Shone through her body visibly.

From the Complaint of Ninathoma

A Ghost! By my cavern it darted!
In moon beams the Spirit was dressed
For lovely appear the departed
When they visit the dreams of my rest!
But disturbed by the tempest's commotion
Fleet the shadowy forms of delight -
Ah  cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean!
To howl through my cavern by night

From Constancy to an Ideal Object

Since all that beat about in Nature's range
Or veer or vanish; why shouldst thou remain
The only constant in a world of change
O yearning thought! That liv'st but in the brain?
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Yet thou still haunt'st me; and though well I see
She is not thou, and only thou art she
Still, still as though some dear embodied good
Some living love before my eyes there stood.