Such hours are more than pleasure;
When the song itself is o'er,
It lingers like a treasure
In the heart it cheered before;
And still its memory cheereth,
And keepeth its sweet hold,
When the weary world appeareth
Too absolute and cold.
Two apart are standing lonely,
Watching each other's eyes,
As if the world held only
The space that in them lies.
You can see her graceful stooping,
As if she feared to speak;
You can see the long lash drooping
Upon her rose-red cheek.
The heaven now shining over,
Has entered in each heart:
That maiden and her lover!
How little earth has part
In the young and earnest feeling
Which, like a star, hath shone,
'Mid the spirit's depths revealing
A world as yet unknown.
