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270 Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,

With eyes so languid, breast so fair,

And lips, though silent, breathing love.

3.

When thus reclining on my breast,

Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,

As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire,

And still we near and nearer prest,

And still our glowing lips would meet,

As if in kisses to expire.

4.

And then those pensive eyes would close,

And bid their lids each other seek,

Veiling the azure orbs below;

While their long lashes' darken'd gloss

Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek,

Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.

5.

I dreamt last night our love return'd,

And, sooth to say, that very dream

Was sweeter in its phantasy,

Than if for other hearts I burn'd,

For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam

In Rapture's wild reality.