When, anear the destined place,

Her gentle whisper thrilled me

Ere I gazed upon her face.

I waited, darkling, till the dawn

Should touch me into bloom,

While all my being panted

To outpour its first perfume,

When, lo! a paler flower than mine

Had blossomed in the gloom!

“Content” is another gem of exquisite thought and workmanship.