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When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke to sec All, dreams foretold, but could not be,
Yet loving love, not loving me.
When your eyes drooped before mine eyes,
As though some secret made them wise,
Some wisdom veiled them secretly,
I knew your heart began to be In love with love, in love with me.
When your eyes fawned against my eyes,
With beaten hunger, and with cries,
In bitter pride's humility,
Love, wholly mine, had come to be Hatred of love for loving me.
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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