I Thought Today Within The Crowded Mart I Saw Thee For A Moment, Friend Of Mine, And All At Once My Blood Leapt Fast And Fine And A New Light Broke On My Shadowed Heart. 'T Was But A Moment That My Fancy'S Art Moulded Another'S Features Into Thine, For When He Passed Me By And Gave No Sign, The Bitter Truth Came Back With Sudden Start. Then I Remembered How The Merlin Spell Of Waving Arms And Woven Paces Bands Thy Dust Forever In Its Four-Walled Cell, Heedless Of All Except Thy Seer'S Commands-- Holds Thee Enraptured With The Charms That Dwell In Broken Paces And In Folded Hands.