Sitting in my window, <br />Pointing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, <br />(I thought, but it was you,) enter our gates; <br />My blood flew out and back again, as fast <br />As I had prest it forth, and sucked it in, <br />Like breath; then was I called away in haste <br />To entertain you. Never was a man <br />Heaved from a sheepcot to a sceptre, raised <br />So high in thoughts as I: you left a kiss <br />Upon these lips, then, which I mean to keep <br />From you forever. I did hear you talk <br />Far above singing; after you were gone, <br />I grew acquainted with my heart, and searched <br />What stirred it so. Alas! I found it love.<br /><br />Beaumont and Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-at-first-sight-from-philaster/
