First Love

BY the pulse that beats in my throat By my heart like a bird I know who passed through the dusk Though he spoke no word!

I cannot move in my place, I am chained and still; I pray that the moon pause not By my window-sill.

I have hidden my face in my hair And my eyes are veiled— Not even a star must know How my lips have paled—

Was ever a night so quick 'Neath a moon so round? I hear the earth as it turns— And my heart's low sound!