Between close friends I’ve seen the quick sly glance
of understanding pass. I’ve seen eyes dewed
with suffering unconcern when at a dance
A young girl stands alone: proud maiden wooed
With eyes that spoke more clearly than lips dared.
The passive, wandering glance of invalids
And wide unblinking stare of a child scared
By tales of ogres that the mother reads.
All these I’ve seen, but all forget when you,
You tiny scrap of life, whose warm caress
Brings joy upwelling, tears upwelling too,
Look up with love and faith undoubting – Oh!
Would that I knew you ever would look so.
These I have seen. But I recall how you
Looked at me when we kissed or the first time,
Exultant, gaily, lovingly it’s true,
But with a lordly look your eyes met mine,
As if you owned me – metamorphosis
From supplicant to tyrant with a kiss!