Once Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

Once we met, and then there came
Like a Pentecostal flame,
A word;
And I said not,
Only thought,
She heard!
All I never say but sing,
Worshipping;
Wrapt in the hidden tongue
Of an ambiguous song.

How we met what need to say?
When or where,
Years ago or yesterday,
Here or there.
All the song is-once we met,
She and I;
Once, but never to forget,
Till we die.

All the song is that we meet
Never now-
'Hast thou yet forgotten, sweet?'
'Love, hast thou?'