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As I went down the hill along the wall / There was a gate I had leaned at for the view / And had just turned from when I first saw you / As you came up the hill. We met. But all / We did that day was mingle great and small / Footprints in summer dust as if we drew / The figure of our being less than two / But more than one as yet. Your parasol / Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see / Something down there to smile at in the dust.
(Oh, it was without prejudice to me! )
Afterward I went past what you had passed / Before we met and you what I had passed.