by John Banister Tabb
Within the compass of mine eyes
Behold, a lordly city lies --
A world to me unknown,
Save that along its crowded ways
Moves one whose heart in other days
Was mated to mine own.
I ask no more; enough for me
One heaven above us both to see,
One calm horizon-line
Around us, like a mystic ring
That Love has set, encompassing
That kindred life and mine.
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston