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Last night as I my weary head did pillow
With thoughts of my dissever'd Fair engross'd,
Chill Fancy droop'd wreathing herself with willow,
As tho' my breast entomb'd a pining ghost.
"From someblest couch, young Rapture's bridal boast,
"Rejected Slumber! hither wing thy way;
"But leave me with the matin hour, at most!
"As night-clos'd Flowret to the orient ray[errata 1],
"My sad heart will expand, when I the Maid survey.
But Love, who heard the silence of my thought,
Contriv'd a too successful wile, I ween:
And whisper'd to himself, with malice fraught—
"Too long our Slave the Damsel's smiles hath seen:
"To-morrow shall he ken her alter'd mien!"
He spake, and ambush'd lay, till on my bed
The Morning shot her dewy glances keen,
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