| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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| James Russell Lowell. 1819–1891 |
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| 135. Telepathy |
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| "AND how could you dream of meeting?" | |
| Nay, how can you ask me, sweet? | |
| All day my pulse had been beating | |
| The tune of your coming feet. | |
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| And as nearer and ever nearer | 5 |
| I felt the throb of your tread, | |
| To be in the world grew dearer, | |
| And my blood ran rosier red. | |
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| Love called, and I could not linger, | |
| But sought the forbidden tryst, | 10 |
| As music follows the finger | |
| Of the dreaming lutanist. | |
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| And though you had said it and said it, | |
| "We must not be happy to-day," | |
| Was I not wiser to credit | 15 |
| The fire in my feet than your Nay? | |
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