Among those joys for which we utter praise
That were not in our lives, one year ago;—
(No need to name them, dearest; for you know
Each one that came, our ignorant hearts to raise
To love’s high level;) let us count the days
Before we knew each other; days when no
Sweet premonition of love’s full rich glow
Gleamed on the darkness of our separate ways.
All preludes should be simple; that no dream
Or hint of this new beauty came to fill
The unconscious hours with meaning, does but seem
Fit introduction to the joys that thrill
Our glad souls now, from love that knew no still
Awaking,—but dawned instantly supreme.