Our hands have met, our lips have met <br />Our souls - who knows when the wind blows <br />How light souls drift mid longings set, <br />If thou forget'st, can I forget <br />The time that was not long ago? <br /> <br />Thou wert not silent then, but told <br />Sweet secrets dear - I drew so near <br />Thy shamefaced cheeks grown overbold, <br />That scarce thine eyes might I behold! <br />Ah was it then so long ago! <br /> <br />Trembled my lips and thou wouldst turn <br />But hadst no heart to draw apart, <br />Beneath my lips thy cheek did burn - <br />Yet no rebuke that I might learn; <br />Yea kind looks still, not long ago. <br /> <br />Wilt thou be glad upon the day <br />When unto me this love shall be <br />An idle fancy passed away, <br />And we shall meet and smile and say <br />'O wasted sighs of long ago!' <br /> <br />Wilt thou rejoice that thou hast set <br />Cold words, dull shows 'twixt hearts drawn close, <br />That cold at heart I live on yet, <br />Forgetting still that I forget <br />The priceless days of long ago?<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-hands-have-met/
