Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear Good,
Some _living_ Love before my eyes there stood
With answering look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear Good,
Some _living_ Love before my eyes there stood
With answering look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
Coleridge - Poems
