MY heart, when first the blackbird sings, br My heart drinks in the song: br Cool pleasure fills my bosom through br And spreads each nerve along. br br My bosom eddies quietly, br My heart is stirred and cool br As when a wind-moved briar sweeps br A stone into a pool br br But unto thee, when thee I meet, br My pulses thicken fast, br As when the maddened lake grows black br And ruffles in the blast.