A message from her set his brain aflame. 
A world of household matters filled her mind, 
Wherein he saw hypocrisy designed: 
She treated him as something that is tame, 
And but at other provocation bites. 
Familiar was her shoulder in the glass, 
Through that dark rain: yet it may come to pass 
That a changed eye finds such familiar sights 
More keenly tempting than new loveliness. 
The 'What has been' a moment seemed his own: 
The splendours, mysteries, dearer because known, 
Nor less divine: Love's inmost sacredness 
Called to him, 'Come!'--In his restraining start, 
Eyes nurtured to be looked at, scarce could see 
A wave of the great waves of Destiny 
Convulsed at a checked impulse of the heart.