Dost Thou RememberPortuguese AirDost thou remember that place so lonely,A place for lovers and lovers only, Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?When, as the moonbeam that trembled o’er theeIllumed thy blushes, I knelt before thee, And read my hope’s sweet triumph in those eyes?Then, then, while closely heart was drawn to heart,Love bound us—never, never more to part!And when I called thee by names the dearestThat love could fancy, the fondest, nearest,— "My life, my only life!" among the rest;In those sweet accents that still enthral me,Thou saidst, "Ah!" wherefore thy life thus call me? "Thy soul, thy soul’s the name I love best;"For life soon passes,—but how blest to be"That Soul which never, never parts from thee!"