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XIV. THE FAIR WARNING.
To one who leaned over me whilst I was seated at her Harp.
O Lady! bend not over me
Such lips, such blooming lips as those,
Lest in my dream of ecstasy
I might mistake them for a rose.
Such lips, such blooming lips as those,
Lest in my dream of ecstasy
I might mistake them for a rose.
O Lady, stoop not near my breast,
That bosom heaped with virgin snow,
Lest that, perchance, it might be prest,
Ere I myself the truth did know.
That bosom heaped with virgin snow,
Lest that, perchance, it might be prest,
Ere I myself the truth did know.
Ah! keep that dazzling, restless arm
Down by thine own decorous side;
One single kiss might break the charm
Which now is all thy maiden pride!
Down by thine own decorous side;
One single kiss might break the charm
Which now is all thy maiden pride!
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Gaze not in mine with those sweet eyes,
As if the orbs of Heaven stood near;
Lest thou might'st never gain those skies
Which should be thy angelic sphere!
As if the orbs of Heaven stood near;
Lest thou might'st never gain those skies
Which should be thy angelic sphere!
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