Sara Teasdale

In the Metropolitan Museum

Inside the tiny Pantheon

We stood together silently,

Leaving the restless crowds awhile,

As ships find shelter from the sea.

 

The ancient centuries came back

To cover us a moment's space,

And through 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 learned

To find the present with a kiss.