THEY'D told me he was hoar and old, <br /> They'd told me he was weak and worn, <br />And wonder-bound did I behold <br /> Him merry as a summer morn. <br /> <br />Bound, wonder-bound; but when I found <br /> Thine eyes upon his eyes had beam'd, <br />I only had been wonder-bound <br /> Had he to me less merry seem'd.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wonder-bound/
