The Haunter

He does not think that I haunt here nightly :

   How shall I let him know

That whither his fancy sets him wandering

   I, too, alertly go?—

Hover and hover a few feet from him

   Just as I used to do,

But cannot answer the words he lifts me—

   Only listen thereto!

When I could answer he did not say them:

   When I could let him know

How I would like to join in his journeys

   Seldom he wished to go.

Now that he goes and wants me with him

   More than he used to do,

Never he sees my faithful phantom

   Though he speaks thereto.