“But I—I knew too well his guile,
 'Twas whisper'd me in dreams the while,
 I saw a form about my bed,
 That alway shrunk from him with dread:
'Twould come by night, 'twould come by day,
  But clearest in the moonbeam show,
   Then ever, as it nearer drew
   Ere melting from my wistful view,
With palm reversed, it seem'd to say,
   ‘If yet thou wilt not with me go,
Keep him— oh keep but him away! ’