The Ignis Fatuus and the Fire.
When first in foolish early days
I youth and beauty saw,
And felt within my spirit stir
True to our Nature’s law ;
And yet again when other charms
Once more did strongly move
And shake my heart, I both times said
I think this must be love.
But when at last I met you, dear,
And got to know your heart,
And found your beauty was not all,
But quite the smallest part
Of such a noble whole as still
With knowledge nobler grew,
My heart spoke plainly out, and then
That this was love I knew.