"I think brave things of you, though I have not the words to fit them.

But one thing I will say to you.

Since ever you sang to the boy that once was me your spell has been on my soul.
And when I saw you again three months back that spell was changed from the whim of youth to what men call love.

Oh, I know well there is no hope for me.

I am not fit to tie your shoe-latch.