who took my heart, whole, With a tilt of his eye

My pillow won't tell me 

    Where he has gone, 

The soft-footed one 

    Who passed by, alone. 

Who took my heart, whole, 

    With a tilt of his eye, 

And with it, my soul, 

    And it like to die. 

I twist, and I turn, 

    My breath but a sigh. 

Dare I grieve? Dare I mourn? 

    He walks by. He walks by. 

 

[Theodore Roethke {1908-1963} 'The Apparition', from Love Songs and Sonnets in Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets]