II. REALIZATION

I know that you are not the one that I

Should fall in love with, for your eyes are blind

To all the things that make my world the kind

I want to live in. Often, when I cry

At some vague beauty that has caught my eye,

You laugh! You cannot dream the dreams I find,

In forest places where dim pathways wind

Up to the Heaven-land so far and high.

I know that I should never learn to care,

And yet, sometimes the blueness of your eyes

Can make me half forget the smiling skies....

And, when I see the sunlight on your hair,

I do not stop to reason, dear, for oh —

My heart throbs faster, and I know — I know!