To dream of one and Heaven, how pants her soul
To pour that gushing feeling freely forth,
In all its truth and deep intensity, before
The “God of love” who gave it!
’Twas for this
The gentle maiden meekly knelt to God
Till each pure love-beam from her violet eye
Seemed melting into passion’s orison.
Warm feeling folded up its starry plumes
To bow before the altar-shrine of faith,