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 O beauteous Birds! 'tis such a pleasure
 * To see you move beneath the Moon,

1 would it were your true delight To sleep by day and wake all night.

I know the place where Lewti lies. When silent night has closed her eyes—
 * It is a breezy jasmine-bower.

The Nightingale sings o'er her head:
 * of the Night! had I the power

That leafy labyrinth to thread, And creep, like thee, with soundless tread, I then might view her bosom white Heaving lovely to my sight, As these two swans together heave On the gently swelling wave.

Oh! that she saw me in a dream,
 * And dreamt that I had died for care!

All pale and wasted I would seem,
 * Yet fair withal, as spirits are!

I'd die indeed, if I might see Her bosom heave, and heave for me! Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind! To-morrow Lewti may be kind.