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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.