There was a wild, delirious bliss —
Ah, didst thou ever gaze, sweet moon,
Upon a more impassioned kiss?
The parting came—one moment brief
Her dim and fading form I viewed —
’Twas gone—and there I stood in grief
Amid life’s awful solitude.
Tell me, sweet moon, for thou canst tell,
If passion still unchanged is hers —
Do thoughts of me her heart still swell