Δαιμονιζόμενος

You were clear as a sandy spring After a drought, when its waters run Evenly, sparingly, filtering Into the eye of the sun. Love you took with a placid smile, Pain you bore with a hopeful sigh, Never a thought of gain or guile Slept in your wide blue eye. Suddenly, once, at a trivial word,— Side by side together we stept,— Rose a tempest that swayed and stirred; Over your soul it swept. Dismal visitants, suddenly, Pulled the doors in your house of clay; Out of the windows there stared at me Something horrible, grey.