The tender glamour of the dreamy days
Before Love's full effulgence was complete
Dwells in my soul. The dim untrodden ways
That wooed our eager yet reluctant feet;
The mute communion of our meeting eyes,
The hand's elusive touch, when still no word
With its supreme significant surprise
The pregnant passions of our beings stirred;
The shadowy dawn of unawakened pain,
Love's counterpart, with its evasive thrill,
Haunted our hearts, and like the minor strain
Of some great anthem ere the sound is still,
Mingled with all the rapture yet to be
A note of anguish in its harmony!