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Arthur Henry Adams - Lovers
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I thought, because we had been friends so long, 
That I knew all your dear lips dared intend 
Before they dawned to speech. Our thoughts would blend, 
I dreamed, like memories that faintly throng. 
Your voice dwelt in me like an olden song. 
Petal, I thought, from petal I could rend 
The blossom of your soul, and at the end 
Find still the same sweet fragrance. I was wrong. 
Last evening in our eyes love brimmed to birth; 
Our friendship faded, lost in passion`s mist. 
We had been strangers only! Here, close-caught 
Against my heart the dim face I had sought 
So long! And now the only thing on earth— 
Your piteous mouth, a-tremble to be kissed!
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