Classic Poem

I saw her once! and still I see
That thoughtful eye and placid brow;
That voice, it spoke but once to me,—
That quiet voice, I hear it now!

Where'er I go, my soul is blest;
She meets me there, a cheering light,
And when I sink away to rest,
She murmurs near, Good night, good night!

Our earthly forms are far apart;
But can our spirits be so nigh,
Nor I a home within her heart?
And love but dream her fond reply?

O, no! The form that I behold,—
No shaping this of memory!
Her self, her self, is here ensouled!—
I saw her once,—and still I see!