I Think I Was Enchanted

poem 593

I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl I read that Foreign Lady The Dark felt beautiful And whether it was noon at night Or only Heaven at Noon For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell The Bees became as Butterflies The Butterflies as Swans Approached and spurned the narrow Grass And just the meanest Tunes That Nature murmured to herself To keep herself in Cheer I took for Giants practising Titanic Opera The Days to Mighty Metres stept The Homeliest adorned As if unto a Jubilee ‘Twere suddenly confirmed I could not have defined the change Conversion of the Mind Like Sanctifying in the Soul Is witnessed not explained ‘Twas a Divine Insanity The Danger to be Sane Should I again experience ‘Tis Antidote to turn To Tomes of solid Witchcraft Magicians be asleep But Magic hath an Element Like Deity to keep