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.