I worked no wile to meet you,   My sight was set elsewhere, I sheered about to shun you,   And lent your life no care. I was unprimed to greet you   At such a date and place, Constraint alone had won you   Vision of my strange face! You did not seek to see me   Then or at all, you said, - Meant pa**ing when you neared me,   But stumblingblocks forbade. You even had thought to flee me,   By other mindings moved; No influent star endeared me,   Unknown, unrecked, unproved! What, then, was there to tell us   The flux of flustering hours Of their own tide would bring us   By no device of ours To where the daysprings well us   Heart-hydromels that cheer, Till Time enearth and swing us   Round with the turning sphere.