Recollection

I well remember the moment
When first I beheld your face:
A moment: it passed like lightning:
But, like it, it left a trace.

I sat in the hall of music,
And hundreds beside were there,
All vanished now in the bygone,
All phantoms faded in air.

One instant I saw the glances
Of blue, the braidings of gold;
Then swiftly that ghostly people
Around you, hiding you, rolled.

The others are all forgotten,
The music has left no tone,
I cannot recall the pageant,
I remember your face alone.