LOOKING AT A PICTURE ON AN ANNIVERSARY

But do n't you know it, my dear,

Do n't you know it,

That this day of the year

( What rainbow-rays embow it! )

We met, strangers confessed,

But parted — blest?

Though at this query, my dear,

There in your frame

Unmoved you still appear,

You must be thinking the same,

But keep that look demure

Just to allure.

And now at length a trace

I surely vision

Upon that wistful face

Of old-time recognition,

Smiling forth, “Yes, as you say,

It is the day.”

For this one phase of you

Now left on earth

This great date must endue

With pulsings of rebirth? -

I see them vitalize

Those two deep eyes!

But if this face I con

Does not declare

Consciousness living on

Still in it, little I care

To live myself, my dear,

Lone-labouring here!

Spring .