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VENIT.

When my dear love too long delays,
And makes the moments years,
I break my heart a thousand ways,
And drown my cheeks in tears.
But when I hear his hasty step,
And see those darling eyes,
I tremble, and would fain escape
In exquisite surprise.
My heart, like an imprisoned bird,
Beats wildly at the wires,
And all my vision is obscured
With thronging sweet desires.
He takes me in those loving arms,
And sucks the sweetest kiss,
And I forget my fond alarms
In unimagined bliss.