Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair <br />Had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by, <br />Her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly: <br />What things unspoken trembled in the air! <br /> <br />Always I know, how little severs me <br />From mine heart's country, that is yet so far; <br />And must I lean and long across a bar, <br />That half a word would shatter utterly? <br /> <br />Ah might it be, that just by touch of hand, <br />Or speaking silence, shall the barrier fall; <br />And she shall pass, with no vain words at all, <br />But droop into mine arms, and understand!<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/terre-promise/
