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Rh O my beloved, kiss, kiss me! waste thy kisses like a rain.
 * Are not thy red lips fain?
 * Oh, and so softly they greet!
 * Am I not sweet?
 * Sweet must I be for thee, or sweet in vain:
 * Sweet to thee only, my dear love!
 * The lamps and censers sink, but cannot cheat
 * These eyes of thine that shoot above
 * Trembling lustres of the dove!
 * A darkness drowns all lustres: still I see
 * Thee, my love, thee!
 * Thee, my glory of gold, from head to feet!

Oh, how the lids of the world close quite when our lips meet!

Almeryl strained her to him, and responded:

And he fell playfully into a new metre, singing:

Who will paint my beloved
 * In musical word or colour?

Earth with an envy is moved:
 * Sea-shells and roses she brings,
 * Gems from the green ocean-springs,
 * Fruits with the fairy bloom-dews,
 * Feathers of Paradise hues,
 * Waters with jewel-bright falls,
 * Ore from the Genii-halls: