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The night her silent sable wore, An' gloomin' was the skies; O' glittrin' stars appeared no more Than those in Nelly's eyes: When at her father's gate I knocked, Where I had often been; Shrouded only in her smock, She rose and loot me in. Fast lock'd within my fond embrace, She tremblin' stood asham'd; Her glowin' lips an' heaving breasts, At every touch enflam'd; My eager passion I obeyed, Resolved the fort to win; An' she, at last, gave her consent To yield an' let me in.

O then! what bliss beyond compare, I knew no greater joy; Enroll'd in heavenly happiness, So bless't a man was I; An' she, all ravished with delight, Bad me aft come again, An' kindly vow'd, that ev'ry night She'd rise and let me in.