Oh, passionately through the crowd
I thrust, and then—our glances met!
Across the widening gulf we gazed,
With white set lips, and eyes grown wet.
And all day long my heart was faint
With parting pangs and tears unwept;
Till night brought comfort, for he came
To meet me, smiling, when I slept.
Beyond the veil that men call sleep
We met, within that golden land.