The Destined Pair

Two beings were drifting
Each one to the other:
No moment's veil-lifting
Or hint from another
Led either to weet
That the tracks of their feet
Were arcs that would meet.

One moved in a city,
And one in a village,
Where many a ditty
He tongued when at tillage
On dreams of a dim
Figure fancy would limn
That was viewless to him.

Would Fate have been kinder
To keep night between them?—
Had he failed to find her
And time never seen them
Unite so that, caught
In no burning love-thought,
She had faded unsought?
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