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slumbering I found me

Within the deep grove;

Sweet dreams gather'd round me,

Of thee, mine own love!

thee before me,

All blooming as spring;

Thy smiles beaming o'er me—

A joy-giving thing.

cheeks, they were glowing

With blushes all bright;

Thine eyes, they were flowing

With love and delight.

bliss kindled thro' me—

Thy hand when I prest;

Thy lips smiling to me,

Said, lov'd one! be blest!

! then thou wert seated—

Thy lips bore my kiss;

Thy kisses repeated

The rapture of bliss.