They met, as it were, in a mist, <br />Pale, curious, eager, uncertain. <br />When each clasped the other and kissed, <br />The mist rolled aside like a curtain. <br /> <br />There were fields of delight to explore, <br />Where it seemed that their lips could not sever. <br />Now their lips are as lone as before <br />And the cold mist is thicker than ever.<br /><br />Gamaliel Bradford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heinelet-ii/
