A love poem striking
Between deepest sleep
And seeing off daughter and wife
For the normal commerce of the day
Interrupts the safe conventions
Demands fear and the severity
Of a Puritan self governance.
I can not help wondering
Was it God or Devil then
That arranged our chance meeting
There being no communication between our worlds?
Having seen you more than once before
Your eyes at last were seen
With wonder force electric enough to almost
Rouse old bones from deepest sleep
To celebrate that time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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