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50 Run to the Threshold, Amaryllis, hark, Our Hylas opens, and begins to bark. Good Heav'n! may Lovers what they wish believe; Or dream their wishes, and those dreams deceive! No more, my Daphnis comes; no more, my Charms; He comes, he runs, he leaps to my desiring Arms.