Morning, noon
I seized the sweet , soft hand and covered it with kisses . At that moment I could have kissed the shadow of that little hand ; I could have fallen before her in speechless adoration ; I could have made my heart a footstool for her feet ; I could have given her , O , so gladly , my paltry life to save her from a moment 's sorrow -- I loved her so , I loved her so ! `` High and low I 've sought you , beloved . Morning , noon and night you 've been in my brain , my heart , my soul . I 've loved you every moment of my life . It 's been desire feeding despair , and , O , the agony of it ! Thank God , I 've found you , dear !