I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so
sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole
my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly
pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked,
what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite
away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed
midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start--
They spoke as chords do from the
string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always
snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's
appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I
stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And
can return no more.
