On Clockwork Row I passed the time
Pacing back and forth; to and fro
Debating waiting in my cap sublime
I watched the starlight come and go

When your sliding glass door gears
At last with their gas flew back ajar
And on the stoop you did appear
and with your scope spied me from afar

My bow tie caught on my neck
As your glorious eyes landed deep
This was that surreal effect
which kept me from my sleep

Shuffled red ruffle and bustle blue
Tipped in white; danced my way
I quite forgot what I should do
nor did I know just what to say

But our eyes spoke that morn
As we hurried hushed to the gate
We took the steamer to another shore
and left the morrow in the hands of fate