He unto whom I with pure flame aspire,—
His eyes poured down on mine love's kindling beam,—
Through all my being ran the immortal fire,
I felt cold doubt within my breast expire,—
I felt his clasp, as gently he enwound me;
I felt his heart beat, as he closer bound me;
He kissed me! measure of my soul's desire;
He kissed my down-drooped eyelids,—kissed my brow;
Felt he no thrill, my well beloved one,
While passed the vision that enchains me now?