Did Not.

'Twas a new feeling—something more Than we had dared to own before. Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other's eye, And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, To speak, but did not. She felt my lips' impassioned touch— 'Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not; But whispered 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 erred, And yet, who did not.