My younger blood, like some just conquering host
That trembling hope bears on, would bound through veins
That thrill’d and thrill’d while shook each trodden pulse;
How, hot as deserts parch’d by swift simoons,
And wild as forests fell’d by sudden blasts,
My frame would glow and bend at every breath
That tidings bore me of the soul I loved.
Love Grace did I?—How then had love been tamed!
Mere self-control was it, that now, grown strong,
Had broken in, at last, that bounding blood,