‘Twas a new feeling – something more
Than we had dar’d to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other’s eye,
And wish’d in every broken sigh
To speak, but did not!
She felt my lips’ impassion’d touch;
‘Twas the first time I dar’d so much,
And yet, she chid not;
But whisper’d 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 prest it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till – oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly err’d,
And yet who – did not!
(Thomas Moore)
More Poetry from Thomas Moore:
Thomas Moore Poems based on Topics: Love, Soul, Joy & Excitement, World, Speaking- As Slow Our Ship (Thomas Moore Poems)
- Drink of This Cup (Thomas Moore Poems)
- How Oft Has the Benshee Cried (Thomas Moore Poems)
- My Gentle Harp (Thomas Moore Poems)
- Oh, Could We Do With This World of Ours (Thomas Moore Poems)
- Sing, Sweet Harp (Thomas Moore Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, World Poems, Soul Poems, Joy & Excitement Poems, Speaking PoemsBased on Keywords: warmly, dar, chid, impassion