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‘O long, long sought—
Long sought, and lately won: light of the eyes,’
He murmur'd—‘Heart's desire: mine only love:
Mine—in one word all happiness—my Blanche—
Look on me: faint not: lest this flood of life
On long drought pouring, should o'erbear itself,
Failing beneath its own deliciousness.
Look on me:—O thou flower, that long desired,
Long sigh'd for, long beheld, long clasp'd in dreaming,
Giv'st all thy drooping self to my embraces;
Unclose the tender lids, that fall and float
On eyes that through the years have lighted me:
Unclose the crimson lips, that bar out love:
And crown him with the kisses, that are love,
The love of love—and to himself restore him:—
Once—once, again!’
Long sought, and lately won: light of the eyes,’
He murmur'd—‘Heart's desire: mine only love:
Mine—in one word all happiness—my Blanche—
Look on me: faint not: lest this flood of life
On long drought pouring, should o'erbear itself,
Failing beneath its own deliciousness.
Look on me:—O thou flower, that long desired,
Long sigh'd for, long beheld, long clasp'd in dreaming,
Giv'st all thy drooping self to my embraces;
Unclose the tender lids, that fall and float
On eyes that through the years have lighted me:
Unclose the crimson lips, that bar out love:
And crown him with the kisses, that are love,
The love of love—and to himself restore him:—
Once—once, again!’
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