I cast up my eyes, to the smiling skies,

And smiling I lower'd their glance again,

And as they were lower'd they met his eyes,

And a thrill went through me of sweetest pain.

[pg 12]

I blush'd when I thought of my eager words—

But why do I blush? and why do I care?

What does it matter to me and the birds,

Or the pretty blossoms or scented air?

'And I,' he replied, 'have my wishes too:

Time teaches the real meaning of things;

And only this moment, looking at you,

I felt that an angel need not have wings.'

We had sauntered on to the garden gate:

He look'd in my eyes ere we turn'd to part:

I walk'd away in a manner sedate,

And with something new just touching my heart.

[pg 13]

When the first violet open'd in bloom,

Was it surpris'd at its lovely perfume?

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