Nor eyes half so tenderly bright.”
It is all as I knew it would happen,
Yet, no; there is something I miss—
The eloquent words I intended
To speak in a moment like this.
They were tender, and soft, and poetic,
And I thought, “As I timidly speak,
She will smile, and a blush sympathetic
Will crimson the rose in her cheek.”
And now that we sit here together,