SHE glanced across the path to me,
Her looks were kisses plain to see.
I gave her glances back to her—
She saw the lifting of despair.
From memory a face looked out,
No years could sour that love to doubt.
My soul would nevermore be lone—
Hearts still were waiting for my own.
Our souls uncurtained then, perchance—
Each built an epoch in a glance.
Out of her fellowship so free
She gave some gladness unto me.
And I gave? As we turned apart—
I saw the shudder in her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem