XiX~Dost Thou Remember ~ Arthur Sherburne Hardy

XIX
  Dost thou remember, Dear, the day
  We met in those bare woods of May?
  Each had a secret unconfessed,
  Each sound a promise, in each nest.
  Young wings a-tremble for the air,—
  How we joined hands?—not knowing where
      The springs that touch set free
          Should find their sea.
  Speechless—so sure we were to share
      The unknown good to be.

Arthur Sherburne Hardy