I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
The phantom that the speaker explicitly states she doesn’t trust is imagination. This ghost that haunts the speaker pushes her to the edges of society where she would feel the effects of loneliness that connect can only be soothed by hope that is birthed from death, as Steven Vine states in his essay about how the ghostly bliss “betrays the self’s desire” and is “born from the death that it is supposed to overcome” (107).