When we met first and loved,
I did not
Upon the event with marble. Could it
To last, a love set pendulous
Sorrow and sorrow? Nay,
I rather thrilled,
Distrusting every light that seemed to
The onward path, and feared to overleanA finger even. And, though I have grown
And strong since then,
I think that God has willedA still renewable fear… O love,
O troth…Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
And Love, be false! if he, to keep one oath,
Must lose one joy, by his life's star foretold.
