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SONG VI.
[See, Laura, how cold are the tints]
See, Laura, how cold are the tintsOf that snow-drop, afraid of the gale,
Though its delicate feebleness hints,
That spring shall soon colour the vale.
Thus sweetly, when Hymen appear'd,
Thy bashfulness sought to retire;
Yet, what it so tremblingly fear'd,
It could not but fondly desire.
And thus, though the lustre was cold
Which slept in thy languishing eye;
Thy virgin timidity told,
That the spring-time of pleasure was nigh!
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