For us, who fear’d to meet no more, 10
When every passing hour was sweet—
Sweeter, we thought, than all before.
When eye from eye new meanings steal,
When hearts approach, and thoughts unite—
Then is, indeed, the time to feel,
But, Laura! not a time to write.
And when at length compell’d to part,
When fear is strong, and fancy weak;
When in some distant good the heart