Richard Le Gallienne

Once

Once we met, and then there came
Like a Pentecostal flame,
A word;
And I said not,
Only thought,
She heard!
All I never say but sing,
Worshipping;
Wrapt in the hidden tongue
Of an ambiguous song.
 
How we met what need to say?
When or where,
Years ago or yesterday,
Here or there.
All the song is-once we met,
She and I;
Once, but never to forget,
Till we die.
 
All the song is that we meet
Never now–
‘Hast thou yet forgotten, sweet?’
‘Love, hast thou?’
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