Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
James Russell Lowell 18191891
James Russell Lowell135 Telepathy
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Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?
All day my pulse had been beating
The tune of your coming feet.
I felt the throb of your tread, To be in the world grew dearer, And my blood ran rosier red. But sought the forbidden tryst, As music follows the finger Of the dreaming lutanist. “We must not be happy to-day,” Was I not wiser to credit The fire in my feet than your Nay?