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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.

James Russell Lowell 1819–1891

James Russell Lowell

135 Telepathy

“AND how could you dream of meeting?”

Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?

All day my pulse had been beating

The tune of your coming feet.

And as nearer and ever nearer

I felt the throb of your tread,

To be in the world grew dearer,

And my blood ran rosier red.

Love called, and I could not linger,

But sought the forbidden tryst,

As music follows the finger

Of the dreaming lutanist.

And though you had said it and said it,

“We must not be happy to-day,”

Was I not wiser to credit

The fire in my feet than your Nay?