With the rapture of great winds to blow About earth's shaken coignes.
My heart filled with rapture then, and it fills now as it has each of the countless times I have recalled those dear words, as it shall fill always until death has claimed me. I may never see her again; she may not know how I love her--she may question, she may doubt; but always true and steady, and warm with the fires of love my heart beats for the girl who said that night: I love you beyond all conception..
The rapturous emotions on the pulpit.