'Twas a new feeling -- something more Than we had dar'd to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other's eye, And wish'd in every broken sigh To speak, but did not! She felt my lips' impassion'd touch; 'Twas the first time I dar'd so much, And yet, she chid not; But whisper'd o'er my burning brow, 'Oh! do you doubt I love you now?' Sweet soul! I did not! Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I prest it closer, closer still, Though gently bid not; Till -- oh! the world hath seldom heard Of lovers, who so nearly err'd, And yet who -- did not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND |