I never was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so swaeet
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart way complete
My face turned pale as deadly pale
My legs refused to walk away
And when she looked “what could I ail?”
My life and all seemed turned to clay
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away
The trees and bushds qound the place
Seemed midnight at noonday
I could not see a single thing
Words from my eyes did start
They spoke as chords do from the string
And blood burnt round my heart
Are flowers the winter’s choice
Is love’s bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice
And love’s appeals to know
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before
My heart has left its dwelling—place
And can return no more