Silvery wisps of painful hopes, die in icy air
And I welcome and at once despise,
the sweet break of my despair

For moments far too short to count
But far too long to not have loved
I thought I saw a different man;
I thought that I, he was

And those eyes that seemed to see him there
Standing in my place,
I would have drank of them like ice in drops of fire
in the beauty of her face.