[Inspiring Love.]

IV. 117.

The moment wondrous I remember Thou before me didst appear Like a flashing apparition, Like a spirit of beauty pure.

'Mid sorrows of hopeless grief, 'Mid tumults of noiseful bustle, Rang long to me thy tender voice, Came dreams to me of thy lovely features.

Went by the years. The storm's rebellious rush The former dreams had scattered And I forgot thy tender voice, I forgot thy heavenly features.

In the desert, in prison's darkness, Quietly my days were dragging; No reverence, nor inspiration, Nor tears, nor life, nor love.

But at last awakes my soul: And again didst thou appear: Like a flashing apparition, Like a spirit of beauty pure.

And enraptured beats my heart, And risen are for it again Both reverence, and inspiration And life, and tears, and love.

1825.