First Love

BY the pulse that beats in my throat

By my heart like a bird

I know who passed through the dusk

Though he spoke no word!

I cannot move in my place,

I am chained and still;

I pray that the moon pause not

By my window-sill.

I have hidden my face in my hair

And my eyes are veiled —

Not even a star must know

How my lips have paled —

Was ever a night so quick

‘ Neath a moon so round?

I hear the earth as it turns —

And my heart's low sound!