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to me with the earliest star, Thou shalt not be caressed, For passion and love shall stand afar That I may give thee rest. Tell of thy troubles before we sleep Of all thy hopes and fears, And if the telling should make thee weep Then I will drink thy tears.

The shade shall solace thy soul that grieves, And I shall shield thine eyes, With glossy fans of magnolia leaves, From starlight in the skies, While all the cares of the angry hosts That stalk thy soul by day Between the trees, like wandering ghosts, Shall softly steal away.

Where shouldst thou slumber, if not with me? Thy haven is my breast, I stretch myself as a couch for thee, To lull thy limbs to rest. 133