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.