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Rh The honey of her Infant lips The bread & wine of her sweet smile The wild game of her roving Eye Does him to Infancy beguile

For as he eats & drinks he grows Younger & younger every day And on the desart wild they both Wander in terror & dismay

Like the wild Stag she flees away Her fear plants many a thicket wild While he pursues her night & day By various arts of Love beguild

By various arts of Love & Hate Till the wide desart planted oer With Labyrinths of wayward Love Where roams the Lion Wolf & Boar

Till he becomes a wayward Babe And she a weeping Woman Old Then many a Lover wanders here The Sun & Stars are nearer rolld

The trees bring forth sweet Extacy To all who in the desart roam Till many a City there is Built And many a pleasant Shepherds home