Philip Bourke Marston - Sonnet II lyrics

We met again, as I foresaw we should; Youth flooded all my veins, and she had grown To woman's height, yet seemed a rose half blown. Like sunset clouds that o'er a landscape brood Her eyes were, that they might not be withstood, And like the wind's voice when it takes the tone Of pine trees was her voice. I cried "My own!" And kneeling there I worshipped her and wooed. O bitter marriage, though inevitable, Ordained by fate, who wrecks or saves our days! Lo, the changed bride, no longer fair of face, And in her eyes the very fires of hell! "Thy name?" I cried; and these words hissing fell-- "Anguish--and madness comes of my embrace."