IX-V

His parting’s prick in my tete-a-tete lies,
To ope this tie get a glance of one’s eyes.
That pearl is hidden though in depths of sea,
To pearls water yet we cannot call sea.¹

1.         See this idea in twin couplet No. 196 and 312, and the following couplet in this context

It feels that grief in a teta-a-tete too,
As bubble shows grief—it feels—with tears few.