When first I saw you, I saw but your face; br and felt for you, no more nor less br than others of the human race; br you were as other; that I must confess; br br and yet, by some uncharted act of grace, br the grace of you stayed in my memory; br stole subtly through my eyes and ears, br my ears and eyes; stole subtly to my heart; br br and what my heart knew, murmured to my mind; br and what my mind knew, murmured to my heart; br they spoke your name; and somehow, listening Love br made instance of it; and this knowledge grew; br br I loved you, then; knew more of you – and love; br knew more, myself; so, loved the human race br through loving you; and loved the knowing you; br br and all this, through Love’s knowing, caring grace.