When First I Saw You, Felt You Take My Hand, I Could Not Speak For Happiness To Find How More Than All They Said Your Heart Was Kind, How Strong You Were, And Quick To Understand, I Dared Not Say: "I Who Am Least Of Those Who Call You Friend, I Love You, And I Crave A Little Love That I May Be More Brave Because One Watches Me Who Cares And Knows." So, Silent, Long Ago I Used To Look High Up Along The Shelves At One Great Book, And Longed To See Its Contents, Childishwise, And Now I Know It For My Poet'S Own,, So Sometime Shall I Know You And Be Known, And Looking Upward, I Shall Find Your Eyes.