Against the world I closed my heart, <br />And, half in pride and half in fear, <br />I said to Love and Lust: Depart; <br />None enters here. <br /> <br />A gipsy witch has glided in, <br />She takes her seat beside my fire; <br />Her eyes are innocent of sin, <br />Mine of desire. <br /> <br />She holds me with an unknown spell, <br />She folds me in her heart's embrace; <br />If this be love, I cannot tell: <br />I watch her face. <br /> <br />Her sombre eyes are happier <br />Than any joy that e'er had voice; <br />Since I am happiness to her, <br />I too rejoice. <br /> <br />And I have closed the door again, <br />Against the world I close my heart; <br />I hold her with my spell; in vain <br />Would she depart. <br /> <br />I hold her with a surer spell, <br />Beyond her magic, and above: <br />If hers be love, I cannot tell, <br />But mine is love.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-magic-7/
