I heard her breathe my name. 80

Her bosom heaved—she stepped aside,

As conscious of my look she stept—

Then suddenly, with timorous eye,

She fled to me and wept

She half enclosed me with her arms, 85

She pressed me with a meek embrace;

And bending back her head, looked up,

And gazed upon my face.

’Twas partly love, and partly fear,