It was the first kiss she had ever given me.

But the flower soon began to wither, and I forsook it.
It was evening.

The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above the world.

I arose, I reached the cloud; and, throwing myself upon it, floated with it in sight of the sinking sun.

He sank, and the cloud grew gray; but the grayness touched not my heart.