For you remember, you had set, That morning, on the casement’s edge[13] A long green box of mignonette, And you were leaning from the ledge: And when I raised my eyes, above They met with two so full and bright— Such eyes! I swear to you, my love, That these have never lost their light.[14] I loved, and love dispell’d the fear That I should die an early death: For love possess’d the atmosphere, And filled the breast with purer breath. My mother thought, What ails the boy? For I was alter’d, and began To move about the house with joy, And with the certain step of man. I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro’ quiet meadows round the mill, The sleepy pool above the dam, The pool beneath it never still, The meal-sacks on the whiten’d floor, The dark round of the dripping wheel, The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal. And oft in ramblings on the wold, When April nights begin to blow, And April’s crescent glimmer’d cold, I saw the village lights below; I knew your taper far away, And full at heart of trembling hope, From off the wold I came, and lay Upon the freshly-flower’d slope.[15] The deep brook groan’d beneath the mill; And “by that lamp,” I thought “she sits!” The white chalk-quarry[16] from the hill Gleam’d to the flying moon by fits. “O that I were beside her now! O will she answer if I call? O would she give me vow for vow, Sweet Alice, if I told her all?”[17] Sometimes I saw you sit and spin; And, in the pauses of the wind, Sometimes I heard you sing within; Sometimes your shadow cross’d the blind. At last you rose and moved the light, And the long shadow of the chair Flitted across into the night, And all the casement darken’d there. But when at last I dared to speak, The lanes, you know, were white with may, Your ripe lips moved not, but your cheek Flush’d like the coming of the day;[18] And so it was—half-sly, half-shy,[19] You would, and would not, little one! Although I pleaded tenderly, And you and I were all alone. And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire: She wish’d me happy, but she thought I might have look’d a little higher; And I was young—too young to wed: “Yet must I love her for your sake; Go fetch your Alice here,” she said: Her eyelid quiver’d as she spake. And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall’n in tears, I kiss’d away before they fell.[20] I watch’d the little flutterings, The doubt my mother would not see; She spoke at large of many things, And at the last she spoke of me; And turning look’d upon your face, As near this door you sat apart, And rose, and, with a silent grace Approaching, press’d you heart to heart.[21]