And, in thine eye, the kindling light
    Of young passion free
Was all on earth, my chain’d sight
    Of Loveliness might see.

That blush, I ween, was maiden shame:
    As such it well may pass:
Tho’ its glow hath rais’d a fiercer flame
    In the breast of him, alas!

Who saw thee on that bridal day,
    When that deep blush would come o’er thee,—
Tho’ Happiness around thee lay;
    The world all Love before thee.—