I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold, br We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought br Of that desir-ed minute! Then I leaned br Doubting; whereat she lifted--oh, brave eyes br Unfrighted:--forward like a wind-blown flame br Came bosom and mouth to mine! br That falling kiss br Touching long-laid expectance, all went up br Suddenly into passion; yea, the night br Caught, blazed, and wrapt us round in vibrant fire. br br br Time's beating wing subsided, and the winds br Caught up their breathing, and the world's great pulse br Stayed in mid-throb, and the wild train of life br Reeled by, and left us stranded on a hush. br This moment is a statue unto Love br Carved from a fair white silence. br Lo, he stands br Within us--are we not one now, one, one roof, br His roof, and the partition of weak flesh br Gone down before him, and no more, for ever?-- br Stands like a bird new-lit, and as he lit, br Poised in our quiet being; only, only br Within our shaken hearts the air of passion, br Cleft by his sudden coming, eddies still br And whirs round his enchanted movelessness. br br br A film of trance between two stirrings! Lo, br It bursts; yet dream's snapped links cling round the limbs br Of waking: like a running evening stream br Which no man hears, or sees, or knows to run, br (Glazed with dim quiet), save that there the moon br Is shattered to a creamy flicker of flame, br Our eyes' sweet trouble were hid, save that the love br Trembles a little on their impassioned calms.