Where she is now, I cannot say -
  The world has many a place of light;
Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance
  On hers, to give them both delight.

Or does she sit in some green shade,
  And then the air that lies above
Can with a hundred pale blue eyes
  Look through the leaves and find my love.

Perhaps she dreams of life with me,
  Her cheek upon her finger-tips;
O that I could leap forward now,
  Behind her back and, with my lips,

Break through those curls above her nape,
  That hover close and lightly there;
To prove if they are substance, or
  But shadows of her lovely hair.