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NE kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh'd— Your scorn the little boon denied. Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Can danger lurk within a kiss?

Yon viewless Wand'rer of the vale, The of the Western Gale, At Morning's break, at Evening's close Inhales the sweetness of the , And hovers o'er th' uninjur'd Bloom Sighing back the soft perfume. Vigor to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar-breathing fling; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the hue.