We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reason why,
But, O, I trembled like an aspen!
Her father's love she bade me gain;
I went, and shook like any reed!
I strove to act the man---in vain!
We had exchanged our hearts indeed.
More verses by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- The Visionary Hope
- Whom Should I Choose For My Judge? (Fragment)
- The Garden Of Boccaccio
- To An Infant
- The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment