I fancy thee a phantom call’d,
On the hills I fathom all.
Though I see not what I feel,
I know you still will be.
Off thy shell I wish to peel.
Of thy cell I crave to peep.
Though in wait I’m fain’d to faint,
My zest could never taint.
I fancy thee a phantom call’d
‘Cause you hold me as I fall
Though I see not what I feel
I know someday I’ll pay your fee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem