I thought, because we had been friends so long,
That I knew all your dear lips dared intend Before they dawned to speech.
Our thoughts would blend,
I dreamed, like memories that faintly throng.
Your voice dwelt in me like an olden song.
Petal,
I thought, from petal I could rend The blossom of your soul, and at the end Find still the same sweet fragrance.
I was wrong.
Last evening in our eyes love brimmed to birth;
Our friendship faded, lost in passion's mist.
We had been strangers only!
Here, close-caught Against my heart the dim face I had sought So long!
And now the only thing on earth— Your piteous mouth, a-tremble to be kissed!
