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 But in my chamber ’twas as still, As though a grave it were, Only the beating of my heart Betray’d that I was there.

Long time he knocked, long time he call’d, At length the suer went, His lovely voice though conquer’d me, And to the window sent.

A little bit I raise it up, I think that he is fled— He catches me, he kisses me, Until my neck is red.