And partly ’twas a bashful art, 90
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.
I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve, 95
My bright and beauteous Bride.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
CLXXXVI
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY.
She walks in beauty, like the night