Strange Power, I know not what thou art, br Murderer or mistress of my heart. br I know I'd rather meet the blow br Of my most unrelenting foe br Than live---as now I live---to be br Slain twenty times a day by thee. br br Yet, when I would command thee hence, br Thou mockest at the vain pretence, br Murmuring in mine ear a song br Once loved, alas! forgotten long; br And on my brow I feel a kiss br That I would rather die than miss.