Was It for This?

Was it for this we met three years ago,
Took hands, spake low, sat side by side, and heard
The sleeping trees beneath us touched and stirred
By some mild twilight wind as soft as snow.
Though with the sun's late kisses still aglow?
Was it for this the end was so deferred?
For this thy lips at length let through the word
That saved my soul, as all Love's angels know?

Was it for this, that sweet word being said.
We kissed and clung together in our bliss,
And walked within Love's sunlight and Love's shade?
Was it for this — to dwell henceforth apart,
One housed with death, and one with beggared heart? —
Nay, surely, love, it was for more than this.