26
I saw her bosom heave and swell,
Heave and swell with inward sighs—
I could not choose but love to see
Her gentle bosom rise.
27
Her wet cheek glow'd; she stept aside, [105]
As conscious of my look she stept;
Then suddenly, with tim'rous eye,
She flew to me, and wept;
28
She half-inclos'd me with her arms—
She press'd me with a meek embrace; [110]
And, bending back her head, look'd up,
And gaz'd upon my face.
29
'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel than see, [115]
The swelling of her heart.
