Vii

Don't speak! a word would mar it all, Just put your hand in mine. This silence seems of Heaven, to fall From thence, a thing Divine.

Be still! to move would seem profane, So magic is the night, All hushed, yet throbbing with a vein Of passionate delight.

Look up! and let your gaze enfold My face that bends above, And in my ardent eyes behold The ecstasy of love.