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Unfelt, unheard, unseen, / I've left my little queen, / Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch, / Who -- who could tell how much / There is for madness -- cruel, or complying?
Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist! -- they speak, / In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
Into my fancy's ear / Melting a burden dear, / How "Love doth know no fulness, and no bounds."
True! -- tender monitors!
I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado, / I'll feel my heaven anew, / For all the blushing of the hasty morn.