Seest thou her blushes, that like shadows sweet

Seest thou her blushes, that like shadows sweet
Pass upward from the silence of the heart,
Avowing its fond dream by token meet —
Their crimson traits dissolve, but not depart
The hopes they usher to the lover's breast:
The signature has melted from the bond,
But he doth trust it, asking nought beyond
What promise all so briefly hath imprest;
Deep in her virgin heart hath sunk the glow —
But thou hast culled its promise, and to thee
If lapse of faith or dark misdoubt should be,
'Twill steal into the blenching face of woe,
Chide back thy pulse to its remitted flow,
And tinge despondent thought and misery.