Reconciliation

Listen, dearest! you must love me more,     More than you did before!     Hark, what a beating here of wings!     Never at rest,     Dear, in your breast!     Is it your heart with its flutterings,     Making a music, love, for us both?     Or merely a moth, a velvet-winged moth,     Which out of the garden's fragrance swings,     Weaving a spell,     That holds the rose and the moon in thrall?     I love you more than I can tell;     And no recall     How long ago     Our quarrel and all!     You say, you know,     A perfect pearl grows out of well,     A little friction; tiny grain     Of sand or shell     So love grew out of that moment's pain,     The heart's disdain     Since then I have thought of no one but you,     And how your heart would beat on mine,     Like light on dew.     And I thought how foolish to fret and pine!     Better to claim the fault all mine!     To go to you and tell you that:     And how stale and flat     All life without you was, and vain!     And when I came, you turned and smiled,     Like a darling child,     And I knew from your look that, in your heart,     You had followed the self-same train     Of thought that made me yours again.     Dearest! no more!     We shall never part!     So. Turn your face as you did before.     I smooth your brow     And kiss you. Now...     Tell me true     Did you miss me, dear, as I missed you?