I might not have it then — I might not, yet br She was so near to me, could I forget br She might be nearer? There was in her eyes — br What shall I say? — a hint of the sunrise br Of her heart's day: would it then break on me br In my life's glory, or should I but see br The malediction of that morning pour br Disaster on my heart for evermore? br I did not know, and all I was became br A hush, a wonder. I scarce breathed her name, br Scarce dared to read her eyes too deeply, lest br Wrath in their tenderness should be exprest; br When suddenly love's lightning ran a streak br Up the white throat into the pallid cheek; br Her eyes took wonder too — and even thus br What we to either were, revealed to us, br Rose like God's heaven, at once, in such a way br For aye; and her eyes fell as mine took sway br Upon the moment when she knew it all, br And knew in knowing it beyond recall br Was the confession which her heart had made br With eyes, not lips, ere lips to mine were laid — br That mystic moment, when all she was drew br Out of herself, as all that I was too, br Emptied of self, then found itself in her.