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Laura Sleeping.
ODE.
I
Winds whisper gently whilst she sleeps,And fan her with your cooling wings;
VVhilst she her drops of Beauty weeps,
From pure, and yet unrivall'd Springs.
II
Glide over Beauties Field her Face,To kiss her Lip, and Cheek be bold,
But with a calm, and stealing pace;
Neither too rude; nor yet too cold.
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III
Play in her beams, and crisp her Hair,With such a gale, as wings soft Love
And with so sweet, so rich an Air,
As breaths from the Arabian Grove.
IV
A Breath as hush't as Lovers sigh;Or that unfolds the Morning door:
Sweet, as the Winds, that gently fly,
To sweep the Springs enamell'd Floor.
V
Murmur soft Musick to her Dreams,That pure, and unpoluted run,
Like to the new-born Christal Streams,
Under the bright enamour'd Sun.
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VI
But when she waking shall displayHer light retire within your bar,
Her Breath is life, her Eyes are day,
And all Mankind her Creatures are.
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