Quick Throbb'D My Heart: To Norse! Haste, Haste, And Lo! 'Twas Done With Speed Of Light; The Evening Soon The World Embraced, And O'Er The Mountains Hung The Night. Soon Stood, In Robe Of Mist, The Oak, A Tow'Ring Giant In His Size, Where Darkness Through The Thicket Broke, And Glared With Hundred Gloomy Eyes. From Out A Hill Of Clouds The Moon With Mournful Gaze Began To Peer: The Winds Their Soft Wings Flutter'D Soon, And Murmur'D In Mine Awe-Struck Ear; The Night A Thousand Monsters Made, Yet Fresh And Joyous Was My Mind; What Fire Within My Veins Then Play'D! What Glow Was In My Bosom Shrin'D! I Saw Thee, And With Tender Pride Felt Thy Sweet Gaze Pour Joy On Me; While All My Heart Was At Thy Side. And Every Breath I Breath'D For Thee. The Roseate Hues That Spring Supplies Were Playing Round Thy Features Fair, And Love For Me Ye Deities! I Hoped It, I Deserved It Ne'er! But, When The Morning Sun Return'D, Departure Filled With Grief My Heart: Within Thy Kiss, What Rapture Burn'D! But In Thy Look, What Bitter Smart! I Went Thy Gaze To Earth First Roved Thou Follow'Dst Me With Tearful Eye: And Yet, What Rapture To Be Loved! And, Gods, To Love What Ecstasy! [Another Of The Love-Songs Addressed To Frederica.]