In those mysterious jewels of your eyes
Wrought with vain truths, and wrought with vainer lies
When passion made me wizard, I have read
And turned away, blind with exceeding dread

I never knew you
You could give your whole heart's life
But not the silence of your soul

I never knew you when you loved me most
And now that you are the unquiet ghost
Part of the very element of fire
A breath, a flame, a shadow of desire