SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips br The live confession came, like rich perfume br From crimson petals bursting into bloom! br And still my heart at the remembrance skips br Like a young lion, and my tongue too trips br As drunk with joy! while every object seen br In life’s diurnal round wears in its mien br A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse. br And if the common things of nature now br Are like old faces flushed with new delight, br Much more the consciousness of that rich vow br Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright, br While throned I seem on love’s divinest height br ’Mid all the glories glowing round its brow.