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VERSES WRITTEN IN THE MOMENTS OF WAITING AN INTERVIEW.
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Tender tremours touch the bosom,As the gentle hour moves by;
Expectation, almost weeping,
Tip-toe stands in either eye.
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Ah! what precious preturbationsHaunt the fancy of a friend!
Half an hour, of watchful waiting,
Seems a period without end.
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When the clouds hang dark and heavy,Disappointment o'er me low'rs;
But as fairer fleeces favour,
Hope bestows her promis'd flow'rs.
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Soon again soft fears assail me,Since the visit is delay'd;
Then—ah then!—'tis apprehension,
Of a thousand things afraid.
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Haply sickness may detain her—Thus Imagination cries:
Haply pain, or haply peril—
Then this bosom bleeding lies.
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Ev'ry step that strikes the pavement,Ev'ry summons at the door;
Ev'ry sound of passing coaches,
Warm and chill these pulses more.
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Now I dread th' excusing message,Now I dread some dire disease;
Too much wind, or too much sunshine,
Robs alike this breast of ease.
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Heav'n must make a morn on purpose,To compose the gentle heart;
Zephyr's bland must fan the season,
Airs their softest balm impart;
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Not a breath too much or little,Not too hot or cold a ray;
Must impede the Expectation,
When 'tis meeting day.
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Yet, perchance, these lovely flutt'rings,Beauteous fears, and kind distress,
Do but serve the more to heighten
Tender Henry's happiness.
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When the fair indeed approaches,Every rosy terror's o'er;
After little scatter'd cloudings,
Sunbeams only bless us more.
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