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I
remember
her
speaking
of
my
smile
,
telling
me
it
was
my
one
adornment
,
and
taking
it
from
me
,
so
to
speak
,
for
a
moment
to
let
me
see
how
she
looked
in
it
;
she
delighted
to
make
sport
of
me
when
she
was
in
a
wayward
mood
,
and
to
show
me
all
my
ungainly
tricks
of
voice
and
gesture
,
exaggerated
and
glorified
in
her
entrancing
self
,
like
a
star
calling
to
the
earth
:
"
See
,
I
will
show
you
how
you
hobble
round
,
"
and
always
there
was
a
challenge
to
me
in
her
eyes
to
stop
her
if
I
dared
,
and
upon
them
,
when
she
was
most
audacious
,
lay
a
sweet
mist
.
They
all
came
to
her
court
,
as
is
the
business
of
young
fellows
,
to
tell
her
what
love
is
,
and
she
listened
with
a
noble
frankness
,
having
,
indeed
,
the
friendliest
face
for
all
engaged
in
this
pursuit
that
can
ever
have
sat
on
woman
.
I
have
heard
ladies
call
her
coquette
,
not
understanding
that
she
shone
softly
upon
all
who
entered
the
lists
because
,
with
the
rarest
intuition
,
she
foresaw
that
they
must
go
away
broken
men
and
already
sympathised
with
their
dear
wounds
.
All
wounds
incurred
for
love
were
dear
to
her
;
at
every
true
utterance
about
love
she
exulted
with
grave
approval
,
or
it
might
be
a
with
a
little
"
ah
!
"
or
"
oh
!
"
like
one
drinking
deliciously
.
Nothing
could
have
been
more
fair
,
for
she
was
for
the
first
comer
who
could
hit
the
target
,
which
was
her
heart
.
She
adored
all
beautiful
things
in
their
every
curve
and
fragrance
,
so
that
they
became
part
of
her
.
Day
by
day
,
she
gathered
beauty
;
had
she
had
no
heart
(
she
who
was
the
bosom
of
womanhood
)
her
thoughts
would
still
have
been
as
lilies
,
because
the
good
is
the
beautiful
.
And
they
all
forgave
her
;
I
never
knew
of
one
who
did
not
forgive
her
;
I
think
had
there
been
one
it
would
have
proved
that
there
was
a
flaw
in
her
.
Perhaps
,
when
good-bye
came
she
was
weeping
because
all
the
pretty
things
were
said
and
done
with
,
or
she
was
making
doleful
confessions
about
herself
,
so
impulsive
and
generous
and
confidential
,
and
so
devoid
of
humour
,
that
they
compelled
even
a
tragic
swain
to
laugh
.
She
made
a
looking-glass
of
his
face
to
seek
wofully
in
it
whether
she
was
at
all
to
blame
,
and
when
his
arms
went
out
for
her
,
and
she
stepped
back
so
that
they
fell
empty
,
she
mourned
,
with
dear
sympathy
,
his
lack
of
skill
to
seize
her
.
For
what
her
soft
eyes
said
was
that
she
was
always
waiting
tremulously
to
be
won
.
They
all
forgave
her
,
because
there
was
nothing
to
forgive
,
or
very
little
,
just
the
little
that
makes
a
dear
girl
dearer
,
and
often
afterward
,
I
believe
,
they
have
laughed
fondly
when
thinking
of
her
,
like
boys
brought
back
.
You
ladies
who
are
everything
to
your
husbands
save
a
girl
from
the
dream
of
youth
,
have
you
never
known
that
double-chinned
industrious
man
laugh
suddenly
in
a
reverie
and
start
up
,
as
if
he
fancied
he
were
being
hailed
from
far-away
?
I
hear
her
hailing
me
now
.
She
was
so
light-hearted
that
her
laugh
is
what
comes
first
across
the
years
;
so
high-spirited
that
she
would
have
wept
like
Mary
of
Scots
because
she
could
not
lie
on
the
bare
plains
like
the
men
.
I
hear
her
,
but
it
is
only
as
an
echo
;
I
see
her
,
but
it
is
as
a
light
among
distant
trees
,
and
the
middle-aged
man
can
draw
no
nearer
;
she
was
only
for
the
boys
.
There
was
a
month
when
I
could
have
shown
her
to
you
in
all
her
bravery
,
but
then
the
veil
fell
,
and
from
that
moment
I
understood
her
not
.
For
long
I
watched
her
,
but
she
was
never
clear
to
me
again
,
and
for
long
she
hovered
round
me
,
like
a
dear
heart
willing
to
give
me
a
thousand
chances
to
regain
her
love
.
She
was
so
picturesque
that
she
was
the
last
word
of
art
,
but
she
was
as
young
as
if
she
were
the
first
woman
.
The
world
must
have
rung
with
gallant
deeds
and
grown
lovely
thoughts
for
numberless
centuries
before
she
could
be
;
she
was
the
child
of
all
the
brave
and
wistful
imaginings
of
men
.
She
was
as
mysterious
as
night
when
it
fell
for
the
first
time
upon
the
earth
.
She
was
the
thing
we
call
romance
,
which
lives
in
the
little
hut
beyond
the
blue
haze
of
the
pine-woods
.
No
one
could
have
looked
less
elfish
.
She
was
all
on
a
noble
scale
,
her
attributes
were
so
generous
,
her
manner
unconquerably
gracious
,
her
movements
indolently
active
,
her
face
so
candid
that
you
must
swear
her
every
thought
lived
always
in
the
open
.
Yet
,
with
it
all
,
she
was
a
wild
thing
,
alert
,
suspicious
of
the
lasso
,
nosing
it
in
every
man
's
hand
,
more
curious
about
it
than
about
aught
else
in
the
world
;
her
quivering
delight
was
to
see
it
cast
for
her
,
her
game
to
elude
it
;
so
mettlesome
was
she
that
she
loved
it
to
be
cast
fair
that
she
might
escape
as
it
was
closing
round
her
;
she
scorned
,
however
her
heart
might
be
beating
,
to
run
from
her
pursuers
;
she
took
only
the
one
step
backward
,
which
still
left
her
near
them
but
always
out
of
reach
;
her
head
on
high
now
,
but
her
face
as
friendly
,
her
manner
as
gracious
as
before
,
she
is
yours
for
the
catching
.
That
was
ever
the
unspoken
compact
between
her
and
the
huntsmen
.
It
may
be
but
an
old
trick
come
back
to
me
with
these
memories
,
but
again
I
clasp
my
hands
to
my
brows
in
amaze
at
the
thought
that
all
this
was
for
me
could
I
retain
her
love
.
For
I
won
it
,
wonder
of
the
gods
,
but
I
won
it
.
I
found
myself
with
one
foot
across
the
magic
circle
wherein
she
moved
,
and
which
none
but
I
had
entered
;
and
so
,
I
think
,
I
saw
her
in
revelation
,
not
as
the
wild
thing
they
had
all
conceived
her
,
but
as
she
really
was
.
I
saw
no
tameless
creature
,
nothing
wild
or
strange
.
I
saw
my
sweet
love
placid
as
a
young
cow
browsing
.
As
I
brushed
aside
the
haze
and
she
was
truly
seen
for
the
first
time
,
she
raised
her
head
,
like
one
caught
,
and
gazed
at
me
with
meek
affrighted
eyes
.
I
told
her
what
had
been
revealed
to
me
as
I
looked
upon
her
,
and
she
trembled
,
knowing
she
was
at
last
found
,
and
fain
would
she
have
fled
away
,
but
that
her
fear
was
less
than
her
gladness
.
She
came
to
me
slowly
;
no
incomprehensible
thing
to
me
now
,
but
transparent
as
a
pool
,
and
so
restful
to
look
upon
that
she
was
a
bath
to
the
eyes
,
like
banks
of
moss
.
