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 He is, if they can find him, fair
 * And fresh, and fragrant too;

As after rain the summer air,
 * And looks as lillies do,
 * That are this morning blown!
 * Yet, yet I doubt, he is not known,

Yet, yet I fear to have him fully shewn.

But he hath eyes so large, and bright,
 * Which none can see, and doubt

That Love might thence his torches light
 * Tho' Hate had put them out!
 * But then to raise my fears,
 * His voicewhat maid so ever hears

Will be my rival, tho' she have but ears.

I'll tell no more! yet I love him,
 * And he loves me; yet so,

That never one low wish did dim
 * Our love's pure light, I know
 * In each so free from blame,
 * That both of us would gain new fame,

If love's strong fears would let me tell his name!