To drink from eye, cheek, forehead, lip,
Of one beloved, and seeming loving.
Upon the tell-tale cheek to breathe,
Closer the clasping hands to wreathe,
As if no earthly power could sever
The bosoms met, as met forever—
While each responsive fluttering heart,
Beating as though ’twould gladly break
To tell the joy that tongue ne’er spake,
Longs from its heaving breast to part,