Then let us turn now — you to me  
  And I to you — and hand to hand  
  Clasp, even though our fable be  
  Of strangers met in a strange land  
  Who pause, perturbed, then speak and know  
  That speech, half lost, can yet amaze  
  Joy at the root; then suddenly grow  
  Silent, and on each other gaze.
Love's Voice (c.1935–1939)











