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[35.] That I might ever dream thus
I
That I might ever dream thus, that some powerTo my eternal sleep would joyn this hour,
So willingly deceiv'd I might possess
In seeming joys a real happiness:
Death, I would gladly bow beneath thy charms,
If thou couldst bring my Doris to my arms;
That thus at last made happy I might prove
In life the hell, in death the heaven of love.
II
Hast not away so soon, mock not my joysWith the delusive sight, or empty noyse
Of happiness; Oh do not dissipate
A pleasure thou so lately didst create.
Shadows of life or death do such bliss give,
That 'tis an equal curse to wake or live;
Stay then kind sleep, be ever here confin'd;
Or if thou wilt away, leave her behind.
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