I marvel not that they have loved you so—
⁠The gifted ones who knew you;
Gazing upon your face, I know
⁠Why poet and why painter drew you;
Perceive the mystic thing divine
That brought their hearts to worship at your shrine!

How much the eyes are windows to the soul
⁠Your poet eyes have taught me,—
Those shadowed orbs that seem the goal
⁠Of all that fairest dreams have brought me,—
And, in their depths revealing you,
Win from my heart a tender homage, too.