English poem
The Meeting
by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay (1875–1928)
SHE flitted by me on the stair— A moment since I knew not of her. A look, a smile—she passed! but where SHE flitted by me on the stair— Joy cradled exquisite despair; For who am I that I should love her? SHE flitted by me on the stair— A moment since I knew not of her.