She Was A Phantom, &C. In Lone Glenartney'S Thickets Lies Couched The Lordly Stag, The Dreaming Terrier'S Tail Forgets Its Customary Wag; And Plodding Ploughmen'S Weary Steps Insensibly Grow Quicker, As Broadening Casements Light Them On Towards Home, Or Home-Brewed Liquor. It Is (In Fact) The Evening - That Pure And Pleasant Time, When Stars Break Into Splendour, And Poets Into Rhyme; When In The Glass Of Memory The Forms Of Loved Ones Shine - And When, Of Course, Miss Goodchild'S Is Prominent In Mine. Miss Goodchild! - Julia Goodchild! - How Graciously You Smiled Upon My Childish Passion Once, Yourself A Fair-Haired Child: When I Was (No Doubt) Profiting By Dr. Crabb'S Instruction, And Sent Those Streaky Lollipops Home For Your Fairy Suction! "She Wore" Her Natural "Roses, The Night When First We Met" - Her Golden Hair Was Gleaming 'Neath The Coercive Net: "Her Brow Was Like The Snawdrift," Her Step Was Like Queen Mab'S, And Gone Was Instantly The Heart Of Every Boy At Crabb'S. The Parlour-Boarder Chasseed Tow'Rds Her On Graceful Limb; The Onyx Decked His Bosom - But Her Smiles Were Not For Him: With Me She Danced - Till Drowsily Her Eyes "Began To Blink," And I Brought Raisin Wine, And Said, "Drink, Pretty Creature, Drink!" And Evermore, When Winter Comes In His Garb Of Snows, And The Returning Schoolboy Is Told How Fast He Grows; Shall I - With That Soft Hand In Mine - Enact Ideal Lancers, And Dream I Hear Demure Remarks, And Make Impassioned Answers:- I Know That Never, Never May Her Love For Me Return - At Night I Muse Upon The Fact With Undisguised Concern - But Ever Shall I Bless That Day: (I Don't Bless, As A Rule, The Days I Spent At "Dr. Crabb'S Preparatory School.") And Yet - We Two May Meet Again - (Be Still, My Throbbing Heart!) - Now Rolling Years Have Weaned Us From Jam And Raspberry Tart:- One Night I Saw A Vision - 'Twas When Musk-Roses Bloom I Stood - We Stood - Upon A Rug, In A Sumptuous Dining-Room: One Hand Clasped Hers - One Easily Reposed Upon My Hip - And "Bless Ye!" Burst Abruptly From Mr. Goodchild'S Lip: I Raised My Brimming Eye, And Saw In Hers An Answering Gleam - My Heart Beat Wildly - And I Woke, And Lo! It Was A Dream.