I saw the figure of a lovely Maid
Seated alone beneath a darksome tree,
Whose fondly-overhanging canopy
Set off her brightness with a pleasing shade.
No Spirit was she; thatmy heart betrayed,
For she was one I loved exceedingly;
But while I gazed in tender reverie
( Or was it sleep that with my Fancy played? )
The bright corporeal presence — form and face —
Remaining still distinct grew thin and rare,
Like sunny mist;— at length the golden hair,
Shape, limbs, and heavenly features, keeping pace
Each with the other in a lingering race
Of dissolution, melted into air.