In the pale glory of thy beams,
As forth we wandered, side by side,
Once more to tell love’s burning dreams.
My fond arm was her living zone,
My hand within her hand was pressed,
And love was in each earnest tone,
And rapture in each heaving breast.
And many a high and fervent vow
Was breathed from her full heart and mine,
While thy calm light was on her brow