" TELL me, Mother, what this may be,
What is this that has come to me?—

"I have reasonless joys and causeless fears,
Purposeless pain, and trivial tears.

"For one footstep I listen all day,
When I hear it I turn away.

"Flutters my heart like a wounded dove,
Tell me, Mother, can this be love?"

"Sooth, it is hard for a maid to say
If Love or Fancy has passed her way:

"Close akin, of the self-same mother,
Fancy, indeed, is Love's twin-brother.

"Fancy's an imp and a pixie elf,
And yet he can change to Love's true self.