text:  Shall I tell of her virgin bashfulness her blushes her trembling consciousness of pure affection? Shall I say how little her tongue could speak her love and how eloquently the dropping tear told all! Shall I describe our morning's walk her downward gaze--my pride?--her deep deep silence my impassioned tones the insensibilty to all external things--the rushing on of envious Time jealous of the perfect happiness of man? The heart is wanting for the task--the pen is shaking in the tremulous hand