I saw, and yet my friend seemed not to see
The face familiar, with the gentle eyes,
Whose presence sanctified the past for me,
And made for him a glorious paradise.
I felt the pressure of a vanished hand
Upon my own, and heard a soft robe sweep—
The same has floated from the spirit-land,
And often trailed the chamber where I sleep.
I strove to break the spell that bound his heart,
That held his spirit as a bondsman tied,