QUANTUM EST QUOD DESIT
                    - Thomas Moore

'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dar'd to own before
  Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wish'd in every broken sigh
   To speak, but did not!

She felt my lips' impassioned touch;
'Twas the first time I dar'd so much,
   And yet, she chid not;
But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,
'Oh! do you doubt I love you now?'
   Sweet soul! I did not!

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,
I prest it closer, closer still,
   Tho gently bid not;
Till - oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,
   And yet who - did not!