Oh for two wild wings, and to spread them wide,
And rush through the sky away and away.'
I cast up my eyes, to the smiling skies,
And smiling I lower'd their glance again,
And as they were lower'd they met his eyes,
And a thrill went through me of sweetest pain.
I blush'd when I thought of my eager words—
But why do I blush? and why do I care?
What does it matter to me and the birds,
Or the pretty blossoms or scented air?