In her mind’s eye she sits at his feet

Overawed and eager to imbibe

For knowledge is to her a rare treat



She knows not her own merit sweet

Keen to be a pupil worthy and bright

In her mind’s eye she sits at his feet



His talent is immense and gladly does greet

Her avarice for learning that he sees,

For knowledge is to her a rare treat



Fervently she grasps, filling her blank sheet

Unwilling to leave his side even mentally

In her mind’s eye she sits at his feet



Is this devotion or love that she does greet

Is it a lover or a pupil that does him seek

For knowledge is to her a rare treat



Create many a magic when they do meet

Sail together through uncharted oceans deep

In her mind’s eye she sits at his feet

For knowledge to her is a rare treat