First breathings o’er an unawakened heart.
Her voice grew fainter, as a music-vow
Stole sweetly in the cadence of her own—
She felt the glory of an angel-wing
Around her waving, and she knew the hour—
Her Spirit-Lover claimed his Spirit-Bride!
With pinions intertwining, arms enwreathed
And fervid glances bathed in passion’s dream,
They swept along the cloud-land pathway, where
The constellations, from their silver urns,