Holding communion with each other's hearts;—
The first pure glow of love that ne'er departs,
Which moonlight scenes renew.
Who has not on the moon
Looked long and musingly, and, looking, dreamed
Of love and loveliness? Who has not deemed
Its ray a granted boon?
The unveiled orb of night—
To which the sighs and orisons, flow'r-wreathed,
Of lovers in all ages have been breathed,—