RECOGNITION
By Him Who made you sweet
And set your eyes so wide,
Who suffered us to meet
Despite of woman’s pride,
And willed that we should know,
Despite of man’s gross sense,
The wonder and dawn-glow
Of Love’s omnipotence,—
By all of this I swear,
And by God’s self I vow,
We have met (I know not how)
Loving (I know not where):
Perhaps in heaven above,
Perhaps in deep perdition.
And so this present love
Is but a recognition.