BEATING Heart! we come again 
 Where my Love reposes; 
This is Mabel's window-pane; 
 These are Mabel's roses. 


Is she nested? Does she kneel 
 In the twilight stilly, 
Lily clad from throat to heel, 
 She, my virgin Lily? 


Soon the wan, the wistful stars, 
 Fading, will forsake her; 
Elves of light, on beamy bars, 
 Whisper then, and wake her. 


Let this friendly pebble plead 
 At her flowery grating; 
If she hear me will she heed? 
 Mabel, I am waiting. 


Mabel will be deck'd anon, 
 Zoned in bride's apparel; 
Happy zone! O hark to yon 
 Passion-shaken carol! 


Sing thy song, thou tranced thrush, 
 Pipe thy best, thy clearest;-- 
Hush, her lattice moves, O hush-- 
 Dearest Mabel!--dearest...