I Saw Him Steal The Light Away That Haunted In Her Eye: It Went So Gently None Could Say More Than That It Was There One Day And Missing By-And-By. I Watched Her Longer, And He Stole Her Lily Tincts And Rose; All Her Young Sprightliness Of Soul Next Fell Beneath His Cold Control, And Disappeared Like Those. I Asked: "Why Do You Serve Her So? Do You, For Some Glad Day, Hoard These Her Sweets - ?" He Said, "O No, They Charm Not Me; I Bid Time Throw Them Carelessly Away." Said I: "We Call That Cruelty - We, Your Poor Mortal Kind." He Mused. "The Thought Is New To Me. Forsooth, Though I Men'S Master Be, Theirs Is The Teaching Mind!"