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 If she too passionately writhed Her arms, or over-deeply breathed, Walked quick or slowly, every mood In its degrce was understood; Then well may their accord be true, And kindly intercourse ensue. —Oh! surely ’twas a gentle rouzing When she by sudden glimpse espied The White Doe on the mountain browzing, Or in the meadow wandered wide! How pleased, when down the Straggler sank Beside her, on some sunny bank! How soothed, when in thick bower enclosed, They like a nested Pair reposed! Fair Vision! when it crossed the Maid Within some rocky cavern laid, The dark cave's portal gliding by, White as the whitest cloud on high, Floating through the azure sky.