MY heart, when first the blackbird sings, <br />My heart drinks in the song: <br />Cool pleasure fills my bosom through <br />And spreads each nerve along. <br /> <br />My bosom eddies quietly, <br />My heart is stirred and cool <br />As when a wind-moved briar sweeps <br />A stone into a pool <br /> <br />But unto thee, when thee I meet, <br />My pulses thicken fast, <br />As when the maddened lake grows black <br />And ruffles in the blast.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-when-first-the-black-bird-sings/
