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TO DELIA,
WROTE ON A LEAF IN HER POCKET-BOOK.
Go little leaf, and to the fair,
The mistress of my heart;
My truth and constancy declare,
My ardent love impart.
The mistress of my heart;
My truth and constancy declare,
My ardent love impart.
But how shall thy small page contain
That which no bounds controul?
Or how shall feeble words explain
The transports of the soul?
That which no bounds controul?
Or how shall feeble words explain
The transports of the soul?
Go, tell her then that nothing less
Than a whole life of love,
Can all my joy in her express,
Can my fix'd passion prove.
Than a whole life of love,
Can all my joy in her express,
Can my fix'd passion prove.
That nought but death can from my mind,
Her dear idea part,
And lovely Delia ne'er shall find
A rival in my heart.
Her dear idea part,
And lovely Delia ne'er shall find
A rival in my heart.
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Go, tell her all our peaceful years
In mutual bliss we'll spend;
And hope to meet beyond the spheres,
When this frail life shall end.
In mutual bliss we'll spend;
And hope to meet beyond the spheres,
When this frail life shall end.
May, 1768.
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