What was it when I looked at you?
What power has chained me through and through?
And binds my heart with links so tight,
I cannot live without the sight of you?
What nameless thing has captured me?
And made me powerless to flee?
What thing is it without a name,
That brings my mind ever back the same to thee?
The name of ‘love’ cannot apply,
Its commonness does not descry,
The haunted, hunted, painful cry that my heart makes for you,
That ever my soul eternal makes for you.