Your soul tumultuous as a spring-time flood
And life’s new wonder pulsing in your blood,
I could not understand.
I could not see your soul like thin red fire
Flash downward to my gaze,
Nor guess the strange, half-understood desire,
The tumult and the question and the ire
Of those far days.
I saw your soul stretch longing arms to love
In adolescent shyness bound,