University of Virginia Library

22.

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I
     look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking,
     (It comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with
     you,
All is recalled as we flit by each other, fluid, affec-
     tionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl
     with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has
     become not yours only, nor left my body mine
     only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as
     we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands,
     in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you
     when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,

367

I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you
     again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.