And that Jasmine in her breast!
I was here, and she was there;
And the glittering horse-shoe curved between;—
From my bride betrothed, with her raven hair
And her sumptuous scornful mien,
To my early love with her eyes downcast,
And over her primrose face the shade,
(In short from the future back to the past)
There was but a step to be made.
To my early love from my future bride