In The Metropolitan Museum

by Sara Teasdale

　　

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Within the tiny Pantheon We stood together silently, Leaving the restless crowd awhile As ships find shelter from the sea. The ancient centuries came back To cover us a moment’s space, And thro’ the dome the light was glad Because it shone upon your face. Ah, not from Rome but farther still, Beyond sun-smitten Salamis, The moment took us, till you stooped To find the present with a kiss.

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