The Well-Belovèd took my hand
And led me to his fair abode,
The home that Love and he had planned.
( Strange that so well I knew the road. )
And through the open door we went,
And at our feet the hearth-light fell,
And I — I laughed in all content,
Seeing I knew the place so well.
Ah, to no stranger Love displayed
Its every nook, its every grace,
This was the House of Dreams I made
Long, long before I saw his face.