Why should chromatic discord charm the ear
And smiles and tears stream o’er with troubled joy?
Tears may stream over, but not smiles.
Then comes the breathing time of young Romance,
The June of life, when summer’s earliest ray
Warms the red arteries, that bound and dance
With soft voluptuous impulses at play,
While the full heart sends forth as from a hive
A thousand winged messengers alive.
Let us reduce this to a simple statement, and we have—what? The earliest ray of summer warming red arteries, which are bounding and dancing, and playing with a parcel of urchins, called voluptuous impulses, while the bee-hive of a heart attached to these dancing arteries is at the same time sending forth a swarm of its innocent little inhabitants.