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hervey to nina.—miss bremer.
O warm! O beautiful! O glorious season!
Like the first blushing-time of Cashmere's roses!
My soul forgets cold truth, and worldly reason,
And in thy lap of languid joy reposes.
Like the first blushing-time of Cashmere's roses!
My soul forgets cold truth, and worldly reason,
And in thy lap of languid joy reposes.
In reveries delicious I revisit
Each spot where love's impassioned tale was told;
Where moments passed of pleasure so exquisite,
Time should have marked their flight with sands of gold.
Each spot where love's impassioned tale was told;
Where moments passed of pleasure so exquisite,
Time should have marked their flight with sands of gold.
Again upon my throbbing breast thou 'rt leaning,
O fondly, wildly loved one! O adored!
Again come back thy words of tenderest meaning,
That once such transport through my bosom poured.
O fondly, wildly loved one! O adored!
Again come back thy words of tenderest meaning,
That once such transport through my bosom poured.
Again I feel the wish, intense and burning,
To live within thy life, to drink thine air;
That deep, mysterious, and mighty yearning
Would draw me down from heaven, wert thou not there.
To live within thy life, to drink thine air;
That deep, mysterious, and mighty yearning
Would draw me down from heaven, wert thou not there.
A fount there was within each bosom flowing,
That gushed not water, but love's purple wine;
Sparkling with rapture, and with passion glowing,
It maketh mortals for a space divine.
That gushed not water, but love's purple wine;
Sparkling with rapture, and with passion glowing,
It maketh mortals for a space divine.
