To Louisa in the lane

Meet me again as at that time

In the hollow of the lane;

I will not pass as in my prime

I passed at each day's wane.

- Ah, I remember!

To do it you will have to see

Anew this sorry scene wherein you have ceased to be!

But I will welcome your aspen form

As you gaze wondering round

And say with spectral frail alarm,

"Why am I still here found?

- Ah, I remember!

It is through him with blitheful brow

Who did not love me then, but loves and draws me now!"

And I shall answer: "Sweet of eyes,

Carry me with you, Dear,

To where you donned this spirit-guise;

It's better there than here!"

- Till I remember

Such is a deed you cannot do:

Wait must I, till with flung-off flesh I follow you.