🔥 ❤️ 🔥 ❤️ 🔥 ❤️ 🔥 ❤️ 🔥 I lay, and thought; and in a trance
She came and stood me by--
The same, even to the marvellous ray
That used to light her eye. “You draw me, and I come to you, My faithful one,” she said,
In voice that had the moving tone
It bore in maidenhead.