The moment of our Love most beautiful
Was when at dusk we stood beside a lake,
The sunset fires within the woods awake
Like scarlet flower-fangs. Our hearts were full
Of gentle peace; the forest hush was deep,
And night, jewel-poised within the sapphire sky
Made love a holy thing. . . . We felt the high
Exalting rapture that ambrosial sleep
Casts o'er the yielding spirit, and we heard
The immutable silence of the twilit hour,
Our hearts attuned to some invisible power
Commingling as the two wings of a bird.
Dark fell; we parted and I went my way;
I did not even touch your lips that day.