I saw Love’s eyes, I saw Love’s crownèd hair;
   I heard Love’s voice, a song across the air;
   The glad-of-heart were of Love’s royal train;
   Sweet-throated heralds cried his endless reign,
And where his garment swept, the earth grew fair.

Along Love’s road one walked whose feet were bare
And bleeding; no complaint he made, nor prayer,
   Yet dim and wistful as a child’s in pain
                     I saw Love’s eyes.

I groped with Love where shadow lay, and snare;
I climbed with Love the icy mountain star;
   The wood was dark, the height was hard to gain;
   The birds were songless and the flowers were slain;
Yet brave alway above my heart’s despair
                      I saw Love’s eyes.

^{November 21, 1895}