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Rh In any less than she, so swift a passion, So unreserved, so reckless, had repelled. In her t is godlike. Our mutual love Was born full-grown, as we gazed each on each. Nay, t was not born, but like a thing eternal, It was ere we had consciousness thereof; No growth of slow development, but perfect From the beginning, neither doomed to end. Her garden breathes her own warm, southern beauty, Glowing with dewy and voluptuous bloom. Here I am happy happy to dream and wait In rich security of bliss. I know How brief an interval divides us now. She hastes to meet me with no less impatience Than mine to clasp her in my arms, to press Heart unto heart, and see the love within The unfathomable depths of her great eyes. She comes. Maria !

My lord ! you have been waiting ?