Compels me, throbbing like a tender tune,
Exhausting all my efforts of control.
"She comes! ah, God! ye little stars that grace
The fragmentary skies, and scatter space,
Brighter her steps that golden all my gloom!
Ah, wood-indulging, violet-vague perfume,
Sweeter the presence of her wild-flower face,
That fragrance-fills my life, and stars with bloom!
"Oh, boundless exultation of the blood!