by Arthur Henry Adams
SHE glanced across the path to me,
Her looks were kisses plain to see.
I gave her glances back to her -
She saw the lifting of despair.
From memory a face looked out,
No years could sour that love to doubt.
My soul would nevermore be lone -
Hearts still were waiting for my own.
Our souls uncurtained then, perchance -
Each built an epoch in a glance.
Out of her fellowship so free
She gave some gladness unto me.
And I gave? As we turned apart -
I saw the shudder in her heart.
Last updated July 21, 2017