Phantom's Glue My Clasping Arms...

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.