One morn when I sat with down-cast eyes

And my back was turned upon thee,

–When I was drowned deep in my Own musings–

Then fell thy shadow upon my limbs

And I felt a light touch of thy presence.

Like a proud woman that would not listen

To the entreaties of her lover,

I hugged my pride and made a show that

I never cared for thee; but still, within my heart

There was yearning for thee and thee alone.

The curtain was raised–

To my utter shame our eyes met and lingered.

There arose a thrill of hope and a tremor of joy,

While thy hand lay upon my heart, kindling

An eager desire to fly to thy side.

Still I feigned to cast indifference at thee;

But, perchance, my heart did greet thee!

Is the light of love come upon me?

Shall I meet thee face to face once again, that

I might offer my pride to thee in one eternal devotion?

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