When I first notic'd the power in his eyes—
Watching to see if they praise or condemn,
Blushing to meet them—came into the skies
Beauty that never has vanish'd from them.
When I first stopp'd in the midst of my mirth,
While my heart beat in a tremulous way
Only to see him,—came over the earth,
Glory that earth has retain'd to this day.
When the first whisper assaulted my ear,
When the first pressure astonish'd my hand,