A woman was playing,
A man looking on;
And the mould of her face,
And her neck and her hair,
Which the rays fell upon
Of the two candles there,
Sent him mentally straying
[ In some fancy-place ]1
Where pain had no trace.

A cowled apparition
Came pushing between;
And her notes seemed to sigh;
And the lights to burn pale,
As a spell numbed the scene.
But the maid saw no bale,
And the man no monition
And Time laughed awry,
And the Phantom hid nigh.