Classic Poem

I did not raise mine eyes to hers,
Although I knew she passed me near:
I said, " Her shadow round me stirs;
It is enough, that she is here,
And that, for once, my way is hers. "

I did not look upon her face,
I knew with whom her heart confers
For more, that moment had no place:
I did not raise mine eyes to hers,
I did not look upon her face.