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THE LOVER'S NIGHT.

I

Lull'd in the Arms of Him She lov'd
Ianthe sigh'd the kindest Things:
Her fond Surrender He approv'd
With Smiles; and thus, enamour'd, sings.

II

“How sweet are Lover's Vows by Night,
Lap'd in a Honey-suckle Grove!
When Venus sheds her gentle Light,
And sooths the yielding Soul to Love.

III

Soft as the silent-footed Dews
That steal upon the Starlight-Hours;
Warm as a love-sick Poet's Muse;
And fragrant as the Breath of Flow'rs.

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IV

To hear our Vows the Moon grows pale,
And pants Endymion's Warmth to prove:
While, emulous, the Nightingale,
Thick-warbling trills her Lay of Love.

V

The silver-sounding-shining Spheres,
That animate the glowing Skies,
Nor charm so much, as Thou, my Ears,
Nor bless so much, as Thou, my Eyes.

VI

Thus let me clasp Thee to my Heart,
Thus sink in Softness on thy Breast!
No Cares, shall haunt Us; Danger, part,
For ever loving, ever blest.

VII

Censorious Envy dares not blame
The Passion which thy Truth inspires:
Ye Stars, bear witness that my Flame
Is chaste as your eternal Fires.”

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VIII

Love saw Them (hid among the Boughs)
And heard Him sing their mutual Bliss:
“Enjoy, cry'd He, Ianthe's Vows;
But, oh!—I envy Thee her Kiss.”