(No need to name them, dearest; for you know
Each one that came, our ignorant hearts to raise
To love’s high level;) let us count the days
Before we knew each other; days when no
Sweet premonition of love’s full rich glow
Gleamed on the darkness of our separate ways.
All preludes should be simple; that no dream
Or hint of this new beauty came to fill
The unconscious hours with meaning, does but seem
Fit introduction to the joys that thrill