Last night for the first time, O Heart's Delight, <br />I held your hand a moment in my own, <br />The dearest moment which my soul has known, <br />Since I beheld and loved you at first sight. <br /> <br />I left you, and I wandered in the night, <br />Under the rain, beside the ocean's moan. <br />All was black dark, but in the north alone <br />There was a glimmer of the Northern Light. <br /> <br />My heart was singing like a happy bird, <br />Glad of the present, and from forethought free, <br />Save for one note amid its music heard: <br />God grant, whatever end of this may be, <br />That when the tale is told, the final word <br />May be of peace and benison to thee.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-meeting/
