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I seize you in the vacant air,
And fancy, with a Husband's care
I press you to my heart!
'Tis said, on Summer's evening hour
Flashes the[1] golden-colour'd flower
A fair electric flame.
And so shall flash my love-charg'd eye
When all the heart's big ecstasy
Shoots rapid thro' the frame!
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