Oh, golden moment,—
I poured my whispered passion into your ears.
When he looked away, or, for a moment, was distracted, with swift undertones I declared myself to you.
How dear was your welcoming glance and your quickly toned assent!
You had a face so proud.
So quiet and poised among the throng.
Yet, for once, you gave me your eyes and, in so doing, gave me your priceless body and warm, comradely soul.
Ah, flash of answering love that transformed your face!
As a jewel of my memory’s treasure-casket may it be preserved.
When the drinking-place was closed, we walked along the dark street.