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Softly as brown-eyed Angels rove / I will return to thy alcove. / And glide upon the night to thee, / Treading the shadows silently.
And I will give to thee, my own, / Kisses as icy as the moon, / And the caresses of a snake / Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
And when returns the livid morn / Thou shalt find all my place forlorn / And chilly, till the falling night.
Others would rule by tenderness / Over thy life and youthfulness, / But I would conquer thee by fright!