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.
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