I pondered how to answer gift with gift —
Your amber vellum with some book of gold
In crimson letters, that for you should hold
Meet harvest of some elder poet's thrift —
And heart beat wildly, and my soul did drift
Up life's dim eddies to the days of old,
When we together, wandering passion-souled,
Saw, round the Mountain, cloud and tempest lift,
Showing the Sungod and the Lyre.

And then
The distant magic of your verse I heard
Louder, and marked strange visions far and wide,
And, as one rapt beyond the light of men,
I murmured (altering a familiar word),
" The marvelous boy who conquered in his pride. "