When your eyes opened to mine eyes, <br />Without desire, without surprise, <br />I knew your soul awoke to see <br />All, dreams foretold, but could not be, <br />Yet loving me, not loving me. <br /> <br />When your eyes drooped before mine eyes, <br />As though some secret made them wise, <br />Some wisdom veiled them secretly, <br />I knew your heart began to be <br />In love with love, in love with me. <br /> <br />When your eyes tawned against mine eyes, <br />With beaten hunger, and with cries, <br />In bitter pride's humility, <br />Love, wholly mine, had come to be. <br />Hatred of love for loving me.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/degrees-of-love/
