I wished to be deceived again.
Ay! strangely, as at first we met—
There did, by Heaven! around her hover
Such light of warmth and truth, that yet
I, at the last, was still her lover!
And when I saw her brow o’ercast—
Saw tears from those soft eyelids melt,
I recked not, cared not for the past,
But there, adoring, would have knelt!
That moment to her lip and eye