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 Come, my Lord, to the temple shade, Where cooling fountains play, If aught in thy heart incline to love Let there be no delay!

Many shall faint with love of me And I shall slake their thirst, But Fate has brought thee hither to-day That thou shouldst be the first. Old, so old are the temple-walls, Love is older than they; But I am the short-lived temple rose, Blooming for thee to-day.

Thine am I, Prince, and only thine, What is there more to say? If aught in thy heart incline to love Let there be no delay! 30