Power of Love plays so soft, teen feet soon come to halt, Their hair raised as if charged by some voltaic fault; Nonchalance swift laid by, I scan quick round the room, My eyes spark as you stand in dank hallβs schoolroom gloom. When I see your taut form, my small heart surges forth, And batters me upwards; my future points North; But gaze fixβd well beyond, on your lofty prize cocked, My head wilts once more South, the nightβs budding dream rocked. Against you, against me, I have laboured in vain, When not here, prospers hope; when here, hopeβs crushed in grain. The slim roots still to come will vault strong through, elsewhere; But for this cruel first time they are singed with despair.