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CANT. II. viii, ix.
Is it a dream? or does my ravish'd earThe charming voice of my beloved hear?
Is it his face? or are my eager eyes
Deluded by some vision's bright disguise?
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It's heav'nly lustre, and peculiar grace.
I know the sound, 'tis his transporting voice,
My heart assures me by its rising joys.
He comes, and wing'd with all the speed of love,
His flying feet along the mountains move;
He comes, and leaves the panting hart behind,
His motion swift, and fleeting as the wind.
O welcome, welcome, never more to part!
I'll lodge thee now for ever in my heart;
My doubtful heart, which trembling scarce believes,
And scarce the mighty ecstasy receives.
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