From Far-Off It Came Near Deep-Charactered And Clear, Until I Saw The Features Close To Mine And The Eyes Unhappy Shine. It Was Sorrow'S Face, Wanting Kindness And Grace, And Wanting Strength Of Silence, And The Power To Abide A Luckier Hour. The First Fear Turned To Hating As I Saw Him Dumbly Waiting, For It Was My True Likeness That He Wore And Would Wear Evermore:-- My Face That Was To Be When His Years' Misery With Here A Little And There A Little Had Made My Strong Spirit Afraid. I Saw His Face And Hated, Seeing Mine So Sad-Fated. And Then I Struck And Killed Him, Knowing That He Had Else Slain Me.