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on a bank of flowers

on a bank of flowers, a sur day,

for sur lightly drest,

the youthful, bloog nelly y,

with love and sleep opprest;

when willie, wand&039;rg thro&039; the wood,

who for her favour oft had sued;

he gaz&039;d, he wish&039;d

he fear&039;d, he bsh&039;d,

and trebled where he stood

her closed eyes, like weapons sheath&039;d,

were seal&039;d ft repose;

her lip, still as she fragrant breath&039;d,

it richer dyed the rose;

the sprgg lilies, sweetly prest,

wild-wanton kissed her rival breast;

he gaz&039;d, he wish&039;d,

he ar&039;d, he bsh&039;d,

his bo ill at rest

her robes, light-wavg the breeze,

her tender libs ebrace;

her lovely for, her native ease,

all harony and grace;

tuultuo tides his pulses roll,

a falterg, ardent kiss he stole;

he gaz&039;d, he wish&039;d,

he fear&039;d, he bsh&039;d,

and sigh&039;d his very ul

as flies the partrid fro the brake,

on fear-spired gs,

nelly, startg, half-awake,

away affrighted sprgs;

but willie follow&039;d—as he should,

he overtook her the wood;

he vow&039;d, he pray&039;d,

he found the aid

fivg all, and good