We met as strangers on life's lonely way, <br />And yet it seemed we knew each other well; <br />There was no end to what thou hadst to say, <br />Or to the thousand things I found to tell. <br />My heart, long silent, at thy voice that day <br />Chimed in my breast like to a silver bell. <br /> <br />How much we spoke, and yet still left untold <br />Some secret half revealed within our eyes: <br />Didst thou not love me once in ages old? <br />Had I not called thee with importunate cries, <br />And, like a child left sobbing in the cold, <br />Listened to catch from far thy fond replies? <br /> <br />We met as strangers, and as such we part; <br />Yet all my life seems leaving me with thine; <br />Ah, to be clasped once only heart to heart, <br />If only once to feel that thou wert mine! <br />These lips are locked, and yet I know thou art <br />That all in all for which my soul did pine.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-met-as-strangers/
