Cam'St Thou Not Nigh To Me In That One Glimpse Of Thee When Thy Lips, Tremblingly, Said: "My Beloved." 'Twas But A Moment'S Space, And In That Crowded Place I Dared Not Scan Thy Face O! My Beloved. Yet There May Come A Time (Though Loving Be A Crime Only Allowed In Rhyme To Us, Beloved), When Safe 'Neath Sheltering Arm I May, Without Alarm, Hear Thy Lips, Close And Warm, Murmur: "Beloved!"