Δαιμονιζόμενος
You were clear as a sandy spring1
After a drought, when its waters run2
Evenly, sparingly, filtering3
Into the eye of the sun.4
Love you took with a placid smile,5
Pain you bore with a hopeful sigh,6
Never a thought of gain or guile7
Slept in your wide blue eye.8
Suddenly, once, at a trivial word,—9
Side by side together we stept,—10
Rose a tempest that swayed and stirred ;11
Over your soul it swept.12
Dismal visitants, suddenly,13
Pulled the doors in your house of clay ;14
Out of the windows there stared at me15
Something horrible, grey.16