Something Natural

I.
When first I saw thy soul-deep eyes,
My heart yearned to thee instantly,
Strange longing in my soul did rise;
I cannot tell the reason why,
But I must love thee till I die.
II.
The sight of thee hath well-nigh grown
As needful to me as the light;
I am unrestful when alone,
And my heart doth not beat aright
Except it dwell within thy sight.
III.
And yet--and yet--O selfish love!
I am not happy even with thee;
I see thee in thy brightness move,
And cannot well contented be,
Save thou should'st shine alone for me.
IV.
We should love beauty even as flowers--
For all, 'tis said, they bud and blow,
They are the world's as well as ours--
But thou--alas! God made thee grow
So fair, I cannot love thee so!