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Cam'st thou not nigh to me / In that one glimpse of thee / When thy lips, tremblingly, / Said: "My Beloved." / 'Twas but a moment's space, / And in that crowded place / I dared not scan thy face / O! my Beloved.
Yet there may come a time / (Though loving be a crime / Only allowed in rhyme / To us, Beloved), / When safe 'neath sheltering arm / I may, without alarm, / Hear thy lips, close and warm, / Murmur: "Beloved!"