In the Still, Star-Lit Night

In the still, star-lit night, By the full fountain and the willow-tree, I walked, and not alone— A spirit walked with me! A shade fell on the grass; Upon the water fell a deeper shade: Something the willow stirred, For to and fro it swayed. The grass was in a quiver, The water trembled, and the willow-tree Sighed softly; I sighed loud— The spirit taunted me. All the night long I walked By the full fountain, dropping icy tears; I tore the willow leaves, I tore the long, green spears! I clutched the quaking grass, And beat the rough bark of the willow-tree; I shook the wreathèd boughs, To make the spirit flee. It haunted me till dawn, By the full fountain and the willow-tree; For with myself I walked— How could the spirit flee?