And thought that all the world must see in wonder
The wings upon our feet.

You touched me, and a wave of passionate longing
Flooded my soul until it swooned away,
And knew no more the sunlight from the shadow--
If it were night or day.

We wandered in the shadow of the woodland,
Mute while we looked into each other's eyes,
And saw as in still pools of darkened water
The wonder of the skies.

No word we spoke. We knew that love had silenced
All that we wished to speak yet left unsaid;
The bees were humming in the wild-rose blossoms
Which clustered overhead.

And all that summer day we were together,
Alone with love, yet with a sword between--
The flaming sword that stands between us ever,
And all that might have been.

Mist gathered white at evening in the valleys,
And slowly grew the dusk from gold to grey,
While rain-clouds gathered on the low horizon
Dark at the close of day.

And softly rose a wind from out the darkness,
With scent of flower and fern and herb and tree,