To Alice Meynell

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

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