In a calmer day of bliss.”
Then I cried, “Dear maid! what day
Can be half so sweet as this?
Throw not hopes and joys away;
Send, oh, send the promised kiss!
Can so bright a gift be mine,
Bought without a pang of pain?
’Tis perchance a ray divine,
Darker night to bring again.
“Could I dwell on such a thought,