There lives a time when never do we meet,
A universe of sadder hearts, of souls
Unpaired, and lifelong love left unrevealed;

And in that time, perhaps, my eyes still find
Your quiet beauty--soft with smiles--but you,
So busy in your work, keep isolate,

Or rather, if from interrupted tasks
'Tis you who first looks up, then I'm the one
That pallid universe keeps ignorant;

For only ours, in all the world of worlds,
Lets me, enraptured, adamant, hold you
Within my eyes till you do look at me.