midnight
You bought my heart , my love , all I am , when you bought my life , and never asked the cost . '' She continued almost in a whisper , her rose-suffused cheeks and moist eyes hidden from my sight as the lips murmured their loving words into my ear , -- `` Though the nestling never looked from under the wing , do you think she knows not what to expect when she is bought from the nest ? She dares not struggle in the hand that snatches her ; much more did she deserve to be rated and rapped for fluttering in that which saved her life . Bought twice over , caged by right as by might -- was her thought midnight to your eyes , when she wondered at the look that watched her so quietly , the hand that would not try to touch lest it should scare her , the patience that soothed and coaxed her to perch on the outstretched finger , like a flower-bird tamed at last ? Do you think that name , given her by lips which softened even their words of fondness for her ear , did not go to her heart straight as the esve flies home , or that it could ever be forgotten ? There is a chant young girls are fond of , which tells more than I can say . '' Her tones fell so low that I should have lost them , had her lips not actually touched my ear while she chanted the strange words in the sweetest notes of her sweet voice : -- `` Never yet hath single sun Seen a flower-bird tamed and won ; Sun and stars shall quit the sky Ere a bird so tamed shall fly .