Pike County Ballads and Other Poems

A HAUNTED ROOM.

  In the dim chamber whence but yesterday
    Passed my beloved, filled with awe I stand;
    And haunting Loves fluttering on every hand
  Whisper her praises who is far away.
  A thousand delicate fancies glance and play
    On every object which her robes have fanned,
    And tenderest thoughts and hopes bloom and expand
  In the sweet memory of her beauty's ray.
  Ah! could that glass but hold the faintest trace
    Of all the loveliness once mirrored there,
    The clustering glory of the shadowy hair
  That framed so well the dear young angel face!
    But no, it shows my own face, full of care,
  And my heart is her beauty's dwelling place.