Phantoms All Around….

            "And stir within me every source of love.

            I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,

            And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.

            I wake—no more I hear, no more I view,

            The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.

            I call aloud; it hears not what I say;

            I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.

            To dream once more I close my willing eyes;"