In The Metropolitan Museum - Poem by Sara Teasdale
Inside the tiny Pantheon
We stood together silently,
Leaving the restless crowsd awhile,
As ships find shelter from the sea.
The ancient centuries came back
To cover us a moment's space,
And through the dome the light was glad
Because it shone upon your face.
Ah, not from Rome but farther still
Beyond sun-smitten Salamis,
The moment took us, till you learned
To find the present with a kiss.
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