Once I saw thee idly rocking
—Idly rocking—
And chattering girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred
    womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
    knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
    sorrow,
I thought of the thunders that lived in my
    head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.