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Rh So quick we whirl, so quick advance, What rapture then like mine! And when she's giddy, and feels warm, I cradle her, poor thing, Upon my breast, and in mine arm,— I'm then a very king!

And when she looks with love of me, Forgetting all but this, When pressed against my bosom, she Exchanges kiss for kiss, All through my marrow runs a thrill, Runs e'en my foot along! I feel so well, I feel so ill, I feel so weak, so strong!

Would that such moments ne'er would end! The day ne'er long I find; Could I the night too with her spend, E'en then I should not mind. If she were in mine arms but held, To quench love's thirst I'd try; And could my torments not be quell'd, Upon her breast would die.

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the wood as I was roaming, There a gentle youth I spied, Piping sweetly in the gloaming, Till the rocks around replied, So la la!

And beside him down he drew me, Called me fair, and kissed me then. 