Classic Poem

Once we met, and then there came,
Like a Pentecostal flame,
A word;
All I said not,
Only thought,
She heard!
All I never say but sing,
Worshipping;
Wrapt in the hidden tongue
Of an ambiguous song

How we met what need to say?
When or where,
Years ago or yesterday,
Here or there.
All the song is—once we met,
She and I;
Once, but never to forget,
Till we die.

All the song is that we meet
Never now—
‘Hast thou yet forgotten, sweet?’
‘Love, hast thou?’