Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation， or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall：
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit；
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked， being crazy， but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free，
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus；
And now we stare astonished at the sea，
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.