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APPLE BLOSSOMS.
For Oh! thine odorous beauty, Fills heart and soul with bliss,'Twere worth a life of sighing, To feel her rapturous kiss.
I bury in thy beauty, Oh! blooms, my burning cheek,The throbbing tide of ecstacy, The joy I cannot speak.For every star in heaven, Burns deep with love-lit flame,And every zephyr whispers, To me, my darling's name.
Upon her snowy pillow, She sleeps and dreams of me,Oh! haste, Oh happy morrow, That I her face may see.I wonder if like me she lives, In glorious aureole of light,Because the morrow's sunshine brings, Our bridal morning bright.
