Melts on her ear the while!
Though love’s quick ear alone could tell
The words its accents faintly swell:—
“Awake! while yet the lingering night
And stars and seas befriend our flight:
Oh! haste, while all is well!”——
The halls, the courts, the gates, are past,
She gains the moonlit beach at last.
Who waits to guide her trembling feet?
Who flies the fugitive to greet?