I screamed with horrible delight,
And in my brain an angel light
Did seem to crackle, Rosaline!
It is my curse! sweet mem’ries fall
From me like snow—and only all
Of that one night, like cold worms crawl
My doomed heart over, Rosaline!
Thine eyes are shut: they nevermore
Will leap thy gentle words before
To tell the secret o’er and o’er