I heard a gentle breathing, like a sigh,
I saw a quiet smiling, like the dawn,
A bosom heaving 'neath th' o'ershadowing lawn,
Half hidden, half unveil' d. A raptur'd cry
Broke from me—"Yes! 'tis thou:" and then I flung
My arms around thee, and in passionate bliss
Joy followed joy, and kiss gave way to kiss,
And rapture fetter'd both—and thus she sung:
"Thou I so long have sought for, thou art mine;
Thine is the maiden's sweetest kiss, and thine
All that the maiden's heart and soul possess."
I listen'd—and such flutterings of delight
Shook all my senses, I was silent quite—
Thoughts overpower'd expression. Could they less?