To Alice Meynell

I marvel not that they have loved you so—The gifted ones who knew you;Gazing upon your face, I knowWhy poet and why painter drew you;Perceive the mystic thing divineThat brought their hearts to worship at your shrine!

How much the eyes are windows to the soulYour poet eyes have taught me,—Those shadowed orbs that seem the goalOf all that fairest dreams have brought me,—And, in their depths revealing you,Win from my heart a tender homage, too.