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.