BY the pulse that beats in my throat <br />By my heart like a bird <br />I know who passed through the dusk <br />Though he spoke no word! <br /> <br />I cannot move in my place, <br />I am chained and still; <br />I pray that the moon pause not <br />By my window-sill. <br /> <br />I have hidden my face in my hair <br />And my eyes are veiled-- <br />Not even a star must know <br />How my lips have paled-- <br /> <br />Was ever a night so quick <br />'Neath a moon so round? <br />I hear the earth as it turns-- <br />And my heart's low sound!<br /><br />Isabel Ecclestone Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-love-54/
