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petals shaken from a rose

Beneath the noontide heat,

So fell her loving words on him

Where he knelt at her feet,

In tender accents, sweet and low,

"Oh Love, my Love, I love you so!

"I love you, love me, or I die,

Fainting beneath Love's fire

Which burns my very life-blood black

By breath of my desire.

Kiss these my bosoms white as snow,

And quench their flame's devouring glow.

Rh