Roses and Rue by Leigh Gordon Giltner

A swift thought flashed to my mind that day When I first saw you, regally tall 'Mid a throng of pigmies--a very Saul-- How some woman's heart must admit your sway, Some woman's soul to your soul be thrall; (And though not for me were the rapture to prove you, I thrilled as I thought how a woman might love you!)

Then--strange that our eyes for a moment should meet And hold each other a breathless space, That a light as of dawn should leap into your face, That the lips that were stern should an instant grow sweet-- Ere you turned, at a word, with a courtier's grace. (And I knew that tho' many a woman had loved you, Till that moment, the glance of no woman had moved you!)