She loved, and was belovèd—she adored,
And she was worshipped after Nature’s fashion—
Their intense souls, into each other poured,
If souls could die, had perished in that passion—
But by degrees their senses were restored,
Again to be o’ercome, again to dash on;
And, beating ’gainst his bosom, Haidée’s heart
Felt as if never more to beat apart.