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UNFELT unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,


Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who---who could tell how much

There is for madness---cruel, or complying?

Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist!---they speak,


In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear,

How "Love doth know no fulness, nor no bounds."

True!---tender monitors!
I bend unto your laws:


This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,

For all the blushing of the hasty morn.

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