THE knowledge of love <br />Is like sudden sun upon a river-- <br />The slipping water <br />Is instantly opaque and glorious. <br />No longer can we look into it <br />Counting the pebbles, <br />Watching the ribboned water-reeds, <br />Or searching idly <br />For that something which we lost <br />(A ring with gems) <br />It is all glamour, now! <br />We turn away, shading our eyes.<br /><br />Isabel Ecclestone Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glamour-2/