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O, sweet Sometime, the gardens bloom the while I wait; / Each moment melts a tear of joy before thy gate; / It is thy pleasure that I burn -- it is my fate, / O, sweet Sometime!
O, when the moment in this interval is born.
When through this sleeping splendor breaks the lingering morn, / And when thy sensual silence laughs my noise to scorn -- / O, sweet Sometime!
Spare me the vacant moment yet -- O just awhile; / Expectancy, thy sweetest daughter, will beguile / My yearning hours; the shades reflected by her smile / Are now my haunts, O sweet Sometime.
The waiting while, O sweet Sometime, I can enjoy; / Thy heralding shadows every beating pang destroy, / And with their breath of musk and myrrh my soul they cloy, / O, sweet Sometime!
I tremble, I forget, I throb when once I hear / The dying interval announcing thou are near; / A touch, a groan, a kiss and thou wilt disappear, / With bitten lip, O, sweet Sometime!
And then the memory -- O, how it will oppress!
Far sweeter is Expectancy -- ah, let me press / The vigor from her limbs to mine; I'll yet caress / The waiting while, O, sweet Sometime!