Here you will find the Poem At Love's Beginning. of poet Robert Crawford
I might not have it then ? I might not, yet She was so near to me, could I forget She might be nearer? There was in her eyes ? What shall I say? ? a hint of the sunrise Of her heart's day: would it then break on me In my life's glory, or should I but see The malediction of that morning pour Disaster on my heart for evermore? I did not know, and all I was became A hush, a wonder. I scarce breathed her name, Scarce dared to read her eyes too deeply, lest Wrath in their tenderness should be exprest; When suddenly love's lightning ran a streak Up the white throat into the pallid cheek; Her eyes took wonder too ? and even thus What we to either were, revealed to us, Rose like God's heaven, at once, in such a way For aye; and her eyes fell as mine took sway Upon the moment when she knew it all, And knew in knowing it beyond recall Was the confession which her heart had made With eyes, not lips, ere lips to mine were laid ? That mystic moment, when all she was drew Out of herself, as all that I was too, Emptied of self, then found itself in her.
