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LOVE'S AWAKENING
Chloris singing through the wood
Cupid spied a-sleeping;
Long the troubled maiden stood
At the archer peeping:
On his pink and perfect cheeks,
From the branches shaken,
Sprinkled tiny drops of dew,
But he would not waken.
Cupid spied a-sleeping;
Long the troubled maiden stood
At the archer peeping:
On his pink and perfect cheeks,
From the branches shaken,
Sprinkled tiny drops of dew,
But he would not waken.
Chloris in her homespun gown
Shyly came a-creeping;
And she bent her beauty down
O'er the god a-sleeping:
‘Softly, velvet kiss,’ she said—
How her heart was shaken!—
‘Melt upon this ruby mouth
That the Boy awaken!’
Shyly came a-creeping;
And she bent her beauty down
O'er the god a-sleeping:
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How her heart was shaken!—
‘Melt upon this ruby mouth
That the Boy awaken!’
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