What was the spell she wove for me? br Life was a common useful thing, br An eligible building site br To hold a house to shelter me. br There were no woodlands whispering; br No unimagined dreams at night br About that house had folded wing, br Disordering my life for me. br br I was so safe until she came br With starry secrets in her eyes, br And on her lips the word of power. br - Like to the moon of May she came, br That makes men mad who were born wise - br Within her hand the only flower br Man ever plucked from Paradise; br So to my half-built house she came. br br She turned my useful plot of land br Into a garden wild and fair, br Where stars in garlands hung like flowers: br A moonlit, lonely, lovely land. br Dim groves and glimmering fountains there br Embraced a secret bower of bowers, br And in its rose-ringed heart we were br Alone in that enchanted land. br br What was the spell I wove for her, br Her mad dear magic to undo? br The red rose dies, the white rose dies, br The garden spits me forth with her br On the old suburban road I knew. br My house is gone, and by my side br A stranger stands with angry eyes br And lips that swear I ruined her.