Our hands have met, our lips have met br Our souls - who knows when the wind blows br How light souls drift mid longings set, br If thou forget'st, can I forget br The time that was not long ago? br br Thou wert not silent then, but told br Sweet secrets dear - I drew so near br Thy shamefaced cheeks grown overbold, br That scarce thine eyes might I behold! br Ah was it then so long ago! br br Trembled my lips and thou wouldst turn br But hadst no heart to draw apart, br Beneath my lips thy cheek did burn - br Yet no rebuke that I might learn; br Yea kind looks still, not long ago.