I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful— And whether it was noon at night— Or only Heaven—at Noon— For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell— The Bees—became as bu*terflies— The bu*terflies—as Swans— Approached—and spurned the narrow Gra**— And just the meanest Tunes That Nature murmured to herself To keep herself in Cheer— I took for Giants—practising Titanic Opera— The Days—to Mighty Metres stept— The Homeliest—adorned As if unto a Jubilee 'Twere suddenly confirmed— I could not have defined the change— Conversion of the Mind Like Sanctifying in the Soul— Is witnessed—not explained— 'Twas a Divine Insanity— The Danger to be Sane Should I again experience— 'Tis Antidote to turn— To Tomes of solid Witchcraft— Magicians be asleep— But Magic—hath an Element Like Deity—to keep—