Once I believed in you, br And then you came, br Unquestionably new, as fame br Had said you were. But that was long ago. br br You launched no argument, br Yet I obeyed, br Straightaway, the instrument you played br Distant Down sidestreets, keeping different time, br br And never questioned what br You fascinate br In me; if good or not, the state br You pressed towards. There was no need to know. br br Grave pristine absolutes br Walked in my mind: br So that I was not mute, or blind, br As years before or since. My only crime br br Was holding you too dear. br Was that the cause br You daily came less near—a pause br Longer than life, if you decide it so? br br br Anonymous submission.