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A Song.-When First I Saw Thee
When first I saw thee, to my breast
Love came -a not unwelcome guest:
From thy sweet eyes I saw him dart -
Those eyes! the portals of thy heart.
Indeed it seemeth strange that he
Should leave his home to dwell with me:
Yet I the little rover keep
Within my bosom, soft and deep.
Must I for him the cage unbar
To plume his wings and haste afar?
Oh say not "yes," delicious maid;
But rather grant thy gentle aid
To keep the pretty prisoner where
He cannot sport in Freedom's air;
Or only be allowed to flee
From thee and back again to me.
Love came -a not unwelcome guest:
From thy sweet eyes I saw him dart -
Those eyes! the portals of thy heart.
Indeed it seemeth strange that he
Should leave his home to dwell with me:
Yet I the little rover keep
Within my bosom, soft and deep.
Must I for him the cage unbar
To plume his wings and haste afar?
Oh say not "yes," delicious maid;
But rather grant thy gentle aid
To keep the pretty prisoner where
He cannot sport in Freedom's air;
Or only be allowed to flee
From thee and back again to me.
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