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185

LEAP-YEAR

Venus leans her cheek against
His shoulder turn'd away:
“Love me, Adon! though thou feignst:
Thou wilt love me,—say!”

186

“Loveliest face!” she draws it down;
And “Push me not away!”
Adon answers with a frown;
“Thou wilt love me?” Nay!
She has kiss'd his close cold lips,
Her fond whisper may
But repeat her kiss; she clips
Him closer: yet 'tis Nay!
Venus! vainly dost thou tempt:
Love but yesterday
Thee forsook. O Love-exempt!
Wherefore dost thou pray?