A flash in your eye for a minute—
An answering light in mine
What was the mischief in it?
Who but we two could divine—
Before those eyelids droop
Do I read your riddle—
Well I take it an angel may stoop
Sometimes, to the nether Hell.
We'll argue it this way then
Tho' it sound a trifle inhuman—
I am not your man among men,
Nor you my first dearest woman
Each touched some hidden chord
In the other's heart for a minute,
That sprang into light at a word
And pulsed with the music in it—
The veil was torn asunder
As I sighed and pleaded and wooed
And we saw the truth there under
As it stands—uncouth and nude.
Now back to the work again—
In the old blind tread-mill fashion—
False hope, false joy, false pain,
Rechauffé of by gone passion!