A Phantasy. I Know Not How I Found You With Your Wild Hair A-Blow, Nor Why The World Around You Would Never Let Me Know: Perhaps 'T Was Heaven Relented, Perhaps 'T Was Hell Resented My Dream, And Grimly Vented Its Hate Upon Me So. In Shadowland I Met You Where All Dim Shadows Meet; Within My Heart I Set You, A Phantom Bitter-Sweet: No Hope For Me To Win You, Though I With Soul And Sinew Strive On And On, When In You There Is No Heart Or Heat! Yet Ever, Aye, And Ever, Although I Knew You Lied, I Followed On, But Never Would Your White Form Abide: With Loving Arms Stretched Meward, As Sirens Beckon Seaward To Some Fair Vessel Leeward, Before Me You Would Glide. But Like An Evil Fairy, That Mocks One With A Light, Now Near, You Led Your Airy, Now Far, Your Fitful Flight: With Red-Gold Tresses Blowing, And Eyes Of Sapphire Glowing, With Limbs Like Marble Showing, You Lured Me Through The Night. To Some Unearthly Revel Of Mimes, A Motley Crew, 'Twixt Angel-Land And Devil, You Lured Me On, I Knew, And Lure Me Still! Soft Whiling The Way With Hopes Beguiling, While Dark Despair Sits Smiling Behind The Eyes Of You!