As if their force from Heaven they caught.
But who is yonder slender youth,
With smoothest brow and smoother cheek,
And eyes so full of boyhood's truth,
And mouth, which closed, yet seems to speak?
"Ah, sure, that lovely youth's from Heaven!
A dark-eyed maiden of the wood
Sighed out upon the breath of even,
As in the mellowed light she stood.
And, ever from that fatal hour,