Clear glimpses of the days agone.
* * * * *
All were unheeded,
And came but as his breath;
Or if there came a thought, that thought unheeded
Even in its birth met death.”
The awakening from this lethargy, at the first touch of love, is unrivaled:—
“At once upstarting from his knees,
He watched her as she went;
The blood awakened from its slothful ease,