Was leaning on my arm. I did not know
I was in love; but it seemed natural
To think of all she said, and she’d a way
Of coming to one’s dreams; and then her name
Was always in the lesson like a word,
And half the time I studied it. This eve
We had been very gay, and I had watched
The deep, half shaded dimple in her cheek,
Till I forgot to answer; and as she
Of too much mirth grew serious, I began