And flings, I know not why, to-night,
Some witchery o’er my dreaming.
Because we’ve pass’d some joyous days,
And danced some merry dances;
Because we love old Beaumont’s plays,
And old Froissart’s romances!
Because whene’er I hear your words
Some pleasant feeling lingers;
Because I think your heart has chords,
That vibrate to your fingers!