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[In times so long past (though I still am but young)]
In times so long past (though I still am but young)
That I scarcely their transports can trace,
Enraptur'd I caught the soft lisp of thy tongue;
And totter'd—for then I but totter'd—along,
To clasp thee in childish embrace.
That I scarcely their transports can trace,
Enraptur'd I caught the soft lisp of thy tongue;
And totter'd—for then I but totter'd—along,
To clasp thee in childish embrace.
As we grew up together, each day I beheld,
With feelings unkindled before,
Thy yesterday's beauties by new ones excell'd;
Nor, boy as I was, from those beauties withheld
My heart:—Could I offer thee more?
With feelings unkindled before,
Thy yesterday's beauties by new ones excell'd;
Nor, boy as I was, from those beauties withheld
My heart:—Could I offer thee more?
Even now, when the fever of youth is gone by,
And I glow with more temperate fire,
Delighted I dwell on thy soul-beaming eye;
And, heaving perhaps still too ardent a sigh,
Survey thee with chasten'd desire.
And I glow with more temperate fire,
Delighted I dwell on thy soul-beaming eye;
And, heaving perhaps still too ardent a sigh,
Survey thee with chasten'd desire.
Oh! come then and give me, dear Maiden, thy charms;
For life is alas! on the wing:
Our summer ere long will be fled; in these arms
Let me shield thee, my Fair One, from winter's alarms:
Oh! listen to love, while 'tis spring.
For life is alas! on the wing:
Our summer ere long will be fled; in these arms
Let me shield thee, my Fair One, from winter's alarms:
Oh! listen to love, while 'tis spring.
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