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VII. CANZONET II.
In my bosom contentment shall reign,
And despair shall torment me no more,
I have seen my lov'd fair one again,
And she came with a smile to my door.
And despair shall torment me no more,
I have seen my lov'd fair one again,
And she came with a smile to my door.
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I have seen her, tho' transient her stay,
Tho' time would not loiter and wait,
And the show'r has not yet wash'd away
The small print of her foot at my gate.
Tho' time would not loiter and wait,
And the show'r has not yet wash'd away
The small print of her foot at my gate.
Rapid day, the strong reason explain
Why thy steeds were so quick to be gone,
To remove my sweet angel again,
And to leave me to linger alone.
Why thy steeds were so quick to be gone,
To remove my sweet angel again,
And to leave me to linger alone.
Come again, and, to merit my praise,
Travel slow thro' the regions above,
And I'll give thee the gratefulest lays,
Which can flow from the bosom of love.
Travel slow thro' the regions above,
And I'll give thee the gratefulest lays,
Which can flow from the bosom of love.
O return, and, to win my good will,
When I see her approach from afar,
Turn thy steeds with their heads to a hill,
And lock fast ev'ry wheel of thy car.
When I see her approach from afar,
Turn thy steeds with their heads to a hill,
And lock fast ev'ry wheel of thy car.
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