Dear Familiar Phantoms

Again you come ye hovering forms

I find as early to my clouded sight ye shone

Shall i attempt this once to sieze and bind ye

Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown

Are we still standing

Or if further we're ascending

You crowd more near then be the reign assigned ye

And sway me from your misty shadow zone

My bosom thrills with youthful passion shaken

From magic airs that round your march awaken

All is turning...

Trees and rocks with grinning faces

All is whirling...

Wandering lights that spin in mazes

Of joyous days you bring the blissful vision

The dear familiar phantoms rise again

And like an old and half-extinct tradition

Renewed is pain with mournful repetition

First love returns with friendship in his train

And names the good whose cheating fortune tore them

Now life tracks his devious labyrinthine chain

And left me to deplore them