I know not how our eyes first met, <br />I only know that, night by night, <br />For one long instant we forget <br />All but our instant of delight. <br /> <br />Child, I have never heard you speak, <br />I know not of your face by day, <br />Nor if the rose upon your cheek <br />With night's spent roses faints away. <br /> <br />So far apart from me you seem, <br />Ever about to be so near, <br />I must have dreamed you in some dream, <br />I do but dream that you are here. <br /> <br />Well, no awakening may there be! <br />I look to you in fairy-land, <br />From fairy-land you look to me, <br />We smile, and seem to understand.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-meeting/
