Did Not
'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 pressed 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.
Thomas Moore’s other poems:
- From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 57
- From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 59
- From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 64
- From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 62
- From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 61
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