A joy came o’er me, a quiet thrill;
As the red blood pulsed, all seemed awhirl—
Wondrous change in my bashful girl!
Did her brown eyes flash, or a cry of wrath
Re-echo along that shady path?
Nay! But clinging close, as ivies climb,
She lifted her head to me each time.
“But clinging close, as ivies climb,
She lifted her head to me each time.”