Page:The ascent of man by Blind, Mathilde.djvu/192



met as strangers on life's lonely way,
 * And yet it seemed we knew each other well;

There was no end to what thou hadst to say,
 * Or to the thousand things I found to tell.

My heart, long silent, at thy voice that day
 * Chimed in my breast like to a silver bell.

How much we spoke, and yet still left untold
 * Some secret half revealed within our eyes:

Didst thou not love me once in ages old?
 * Had I not called thee with importunate cries,

And, like a child left sobbing in the cold,
 * Listened to catch from far thy fond replies?