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E is coming! he is coming! in my throbbing breast I feel it;
 * There is music in my blood, and it whispers all day long,

That my love unknown comes toward me! Ah, my heart, he need not steal it,
 * For I cannot hide the secret that it murmurs in its song!

O the sweet bursting flowers! how they open, never blushing,
 * Laying bare their fragrant bosoms to the kisses of the sun!

And the birds—I thought 't was poets only read their tender gushing,
 * But I hear their pleading stories, and I know them every one.