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MADRIGAL, TO MAIA.
The youth who sees thee may rejoice,
And he is blest who hears thy voice,—
But, oh! what cause of smiles has he,
Who, happy, gains a smile from thee!
And he is blest who hears thy voice,—
But, oh! what cause of smiles has he,
Who, happy, gains a smile from thee!
Happy is he who thee admires,
Happier, who sighs with soft desires;
But, oh! more blest, more happy he,
Who, sighing, gains a sigh from thee!
Happier, who sighs with soft desires;
But, oh! more blest, more happy he,
Who, sighing, gains a sigh from thee!
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