To harbour evil thoughts against thy peace;
And ever since mine eyes first looked on thee
To see the wind lift from thy placid brows
A tendril of thine aureate, sunlit hair;
And ever since mine ears first heard thy voice
Fall through the darkness like a gleam of light,
Enchanting them with its swift wizardry;
And ever since I felt the gentle touch
Of thy hand laid upon my hand, which woke
And troubled the deep waters of my soul,—