The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe :: :: University of Virginia Library

Thrice welcome day that ends the weary night
Of love in absence. Hush, my throbbing heart!
I hear her step,—she comes! who now can part
The happy twain whose soul and sense unite?
Oh, can it be? Is this no mocking dream?
Nay, by these clasping hands, that fervent kiss,
(Honey Hybla!) and by this, and this,
I know thee for my own. Ah! now I deem
The gods grow envious of an earthly bliss
That dims Elysian raptures, and I seem
More blest than blest Endymion; for he
Saw not his love, while I, with doting eyes,
Oh joy ineffable! do gaze on thee,
Whose circling arms enclose my Paradise!