Thrill, fill the wild hart-haunted dale,

Where Oriana, walking slow,

Approaches thro' the moonlight pale.

She comes to meet me! Earth and air

Grow radiant with another light.

In her dark eyes and her dark hair

Are all the stars and all the night.

She comes! I clasp her! and it is

As if no grief had ever been.

The world takes fire from our kiss.—