Once I saw thee idly rocking --Idly rocking-- And chattering girlishly to other girls, Bell-voiced, happy, Careless with the stout heart of unscarred womanhood, And life to thee was all light melody. I thought of the great storms of love as I knew it, Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open sorrow, I thought of the thunders that lived in my head, And I wish to be an ogre, And hale and haul my beloved to a castle, And there use the happy cruel one cruelly, And make her mourn with my mourning.