A touch of the gold of thy tresses, A look in the blue of thine eyes -- "And therein," my heart sang triumphant, "My heaven of happiness lies." I felt of thy cheeks' burning crimson, Thy lips meeting mine in a kiss, And therein my heart gained forever Its lasting conception of bliss. And love in our hearts was a captive -- Alas but a moment's respite, A moment so golden and dazzling -- And then it was changed into night. At eve when the dewdrops are gleaming, With rays shed from stars in their course, I know that the moment reflected Its joy from a heavenly source. |