Last night he kissed me,—kissed me in my dream!

He unto whom I with pure flame aspire,—

His eyes poured down on mine love's kindling beam,—

Through all my being ran the immortal fire,

I felt cold doubt within my breast expire,—

I felt his clasp, as gently he enwound me;

I felt his heart beat, as he closer bound me;

He kissed me! measure of my soul's desire;

He kissed my down-drooped eyelids,—kissed my brow;

Felt he no thrill, my well beloved one,

While passed the vision that enchains me now?

Ah, no! the ecstasy was mine alone;

And, while the memory on my spirit lies,

I fear, lest he should read my dream within my eyes.