text:  With my own burning thoughts it burn'd;-- Its silence stirr'd to speech divine;-- Its lips my glowing kiss return'd;-- Its heart in beating answer'd mine! How fair was then the flower--the tree!-- How silver-sweet the fountain's fall! The soulless had a soul to me! My life its own life lent to all! The Universe of Things seem'd swelling The panting heart to burst its bound And wandering Fancy found a dwelling In every shape--thought--deed and sound