Rosalind has come to town! 
 All the street?s a meadow, 
Balconies are beeches brown 
 With a drowsy shadow, 
And the long-drawn window panes 
Are the foliage of her lanes. 
 
Rosalind about me brings 
 Sunny brooks that quiver 
Unto palpitating wings 
 Ere they kiss the river, 
And her eyes are trusting birds 
That do nestle without words. 
 
Rosalind! to me you bear 
 Memories of a meeting 
When the love-star smote the air 
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 With a pulse?s beating: 
Does your spirit love to pace 
In the temple of that place? 
 
Rosalind! be thou the fane 
 For my soul?s uprising, 
 Where my heart may reach again 
 Thoughts of heaven?s devising: 
Be the solace self-bestowed 
In the shrine of Love?s abode!