Where that delicious journey ended.
She shook her ringlets from her hood,
And with a “Thank you Ned,” dissembled,
But yet I knew she understood
With what a daring wish I trembled.
A cloud passed kindly overhead,
The moon was slyly peeping through it,
Yet hid its face, as if it said,
“Come, now or never, do it, do it!”
My lips till then had only known