With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest;
And a holy emotion my tongue dared not speak
Flashed up in a flame from my heart to my cheek.
Your arms held me fast. Oh, your arms were so bold!
Heart beat against heart in that passionate fold.
Your glances seemed drawing my soul through my eyes,
As the sun draws the mist from the seas to the skies.
And your lips clung to mine till I prayed in my bliss
They might never unclasp from that rapturous kiss!”
Lena Lavarre stood in the door-way, gazing with wet eyes, at the lovers locked in each other’s arms, while her warm heart ached with pain as she thought how cruelly they had been sundered, and how brief must be the bliss of this meeting when both presently awoke to the realization of the awful barrier between them and happiness.