Eye, hast thou seen the sun,
That thou carryest thus away
What thou hast looked upon,
As a dazzling mote or ray?
'The sun, or the glittering spangles
Of Natalie's mazy hair,—
The sun, or its golden tangles,
Follow me everywhere.'
Ear, hast thou drunk so deep
Of the gurgling sounds on the shore,
That thou hearest them still in thy sleep,
And their echoes will not give o'er?
'The waves that sob on the beech,
Or Natalie's laugh so low,—
The waves, or her rippling speech,
Still haunt me, wherever I go.'

Heart, that hast beat so high,
Where is thy shame, thy pride
Why, as if guilty, lie
Trembling at Natalie's side?
'I kneel there to bear the sin
Of an eye and an ear too deft;
Would God she would take me in—
A prisoner—though for theft!'