As one may speak whose eyes with tears are dim,
So will I speak. Together once we read
The tale of Lancelot,—how Love bound him.
Alone we were without suspecting aught:
Oft in perusal paled our cheeks their hue,
And oft our eyes each other’s glances caught;
But one sole passage ’t was which both o’erthrew.
At reading of the longed-for smile,—to be
By such a lover’s kissing so much blest,
This dearest—never shalt thou part from me!