• When panting sighs the bosom fill,
    And hands by chance united thrill
    At once with one delicious pain
    The pulses and the nerves of twain;
    When eyes that erst could meet with ease,
    Do seek, yet, seeking, shyly shun
    Ecstatic conscious unison, -
    The sure beginnings, say, be these
    Prelusive to the strain of love
    Which angels sing in heaven above?

    "Love and Reason". Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough, 1844.