The Phantoms Of Times Forgotten Arise From Out Their Grave, And Show Me How Once In Thy Presence I Lived The Life It Gave. In The Day I Wandered Dreaming, Through The Streets With Unsteady Foot; The People Looked At Me In Wonder, I Was So Mournful And Mute. At Night, Then It Was Better, For Empty Was The Town; I And My Shadow Together Walked Speechless Up And Down. My Way, With Echoing Footstep, Over The Bridge I Took; The Moon Broke Out Of The Waters, And Gave Me A Meaning Look. I Stopped Before Thy Dwelling, And Gazed, And Gazed Again-- Stood Staring Up At Thy Window, My Heart Was In Such Pain. I Know That Thou From Thy Window Didst Often Look Downward--And Sawest Me, There In The Moonlight, A Motionless Pillar Stand.