我看见她,哈利,首先,在3月,你知道street that leadeth down By the old bridge's crumbling arch? -- Just where it leaves the dusty town A lonely house stands grim and dark -- You've seen it? then I need not say How quaint the place is -- did you mark An ivied window? Well! one day, I, chasing some forgotten dream, And in a poet's idlest mood, Caught, as I passed, a white hand's gleam -- A shutter opened -- there she stood Training the ivy to its prop. Two dark eyes and a brow of snow Flashed down upon me -- did I stop? -- She says I did -- I do not know. But all that day did something glow Just where the heart beats; frail and slight, A germ had slipped its shell, and now Was pushing softly for the light. And April saw me at her feet, Dear month of sunshine and of rain! My very fears were sometimes sweet, And hope was often touched with pain. For she was frank, and she was coy, A willful April in her ways; And in a dream of doubtful joy I passed some truly April days. May came, and on that arch, sweet mouth, The smile was graver in its play, And, softening with the softening South, My April melted into May. She loved me, yet my heart would doubt, And ere I spoke the month was June -- One warm still night we wandered out To watch a slowly setting moon. Something which I saw not -- my eyes Were not on heaven -- a star, perchance, Or some bright drapery of the skies, Had caught her earnest, upper glance. And as she paused -- Hal! we have played Upon the very spot -- a fir Just touched me with its dreamy shade, But the full moonlight fell on her -- And as she paused -- I know not why -- I longed to speak, yet could not speak; The bashful are the boldest -- I -- I stooped and gently kissed her cheek. A murmur (else some fragrant air Stirred softly) and the faintest start -- O Hal! we were the happiest pair! O Hal! I clasped her heart to heart! And kissed away some tears that gushed; But how she trembled, timid dove, When my soul broke its silence, flushed With a whole burning June of love. Since then a happy year hath sped Through months that seemed all June and May, And soon a March sun, overhead, Will usher in the crowning day. Twelve blessed moons that seemed to glow All summer, Hal! -- my peerless Kate! She is the dearest -- "Angel?" -- no! Thank God! -- but you shall see her -- wait. So all is told! I count on thee To see the Priest, Hal! Pass the wine! Here's to my darling wife to be! And here's to -- when thou find'st her -- thine!