Awaiting Me upon a Shore

Awaiting me upon a shore
Which friends less loved had reacht before
Stood one my well-known voice drew nigh,
And said . . but said it with low sigh,
Lest Proserpine might hear afraid . .
"Ah! were we somewhat more than shade! "
I threw my arms her neck around,
I woke; it was an empty sound.
In groves, in grots, on hills, on plains,
With me that Vision still remains.