Passing stranger!
You do not know how longingly I look upon you
Passing stranger!
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking,
it comes to me, as of a dream,
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other,
fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you
your body has become not yours only,
not left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass
you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I’m not to speak to you
I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait. I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see it that I do not lose you.