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SONG I.
[On a sweet flowery island the god of sleep lies]
I
On a sweet flowery island the god of sleep lies,Till the blue-mantled twilight drops down from the skies;
Then, laden with visions, he steals from above,
Hastens silently on to the chambers of love,
And singing to fancy a dreamy-toned tune,
On the eyelids of beauty drops roses of June.
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II
From the lips breathing honey when tender words steal,How he smiles at the thoughts those soft accents reveal;
As they tremble to kisses where lip never clung,
Nor breathed but sweet words loth to leave such a tongue:
Why young cheeks blushed by daylight he hears those lips tell:
And why heaved those sighs from the heart he knows well.
III
O'er the dew-mantled hills when first rises the sun,Until love-breathing twilight his watchings are done,
To his sweet flowery isle he then hurries away,
Where silver-arched streams to their own murmurs play;
And stretched out on roses, and mantled with light,
Dreams over those dreams which he stole in the night.
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