Hither led by fancy's hand,
Once again I seem to stand
In that hall in which this eye,
Blind before to beauty's ray,
Lighted up in ecstasy
Instantly it gazed on thee;
Here too was it where this heart,
Previous proof to Cupid's dart,
In thy presence trembled, fell;
Fearful, fluttered‘ neath thy spell;
All so sudden, so complete,
Chronicled in words‘ twere meet
Such as Caesar's famous three,
Which will well apply to me,
If the classic clause become,—
Veni, vidi, victus sum.