Sara Teasdale — In the Metropolitan Museum

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.