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143 She wept with pity and delight,

She blush'd with love and maiden shame;

And, like the murmur of a dream,

I heard her breathe my name.

Her Bosom heav'd—she stepp'd aside;

As conscious of my Look, she stepp'd—

Then suddenly with timorous eye

She fled to me and wept.

She half inclosed me with her arms,

She press'd me with a meek embrace;

And bending back her head look'd up,

And gaz'd upon my face.

'Twas partly Love, and partly Fear,

And partly 'twas a bashful Art

That I might rather feel than see

The Swelling of her Heart.