When I was sitting, sad, and all alone, <br />Remembering youth and love for ever fled, <br />And many friends now resting with the dead, <br />While the still summer's light departing shone, <br />Like many sweet and silent summers gone; <br />Thou camest, as a vision, with a mien <br />And smile like those I once on earth had seen, <br />And with a voice of that remembered tone <br />Which I in other days, long since, had heard: <br />Like Peace approaching, when distempers fret <br />Most the tired spirit, thy fair form appeared; <br />And till I die, I never shall forget,-- <br />For at thy footstep light, the gloom was cheered,-- <br />Thy look and voice, oh! gentle Margaret.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-of-a-young-lady/
