It reveled in a blissful consciousness—
It loved, and was beloved.
She knew she loved—and when the twilight dim
Stole on with balmy silence, she would list
A coming step, whose music fall kept time
To all the hurried throbbings of her heart,
And when it stayed, a softened glance would seek
Her drooping eye, whose deepest faith had poured
Its dreamy worship forth so fearlessly;
Eyes that to him alone were never silent,