Her bosom heaved she stepped aside, She half enclosed me with her arms, 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, I calmed her fears, and she was calm, My bright and beauteous Bride. FRANCE: AN ODE (1798) I 85 90 95 Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling And momentary pauses of the thought! 45 Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask. my dreams! 35 And so I brooded all the following morn, Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine |