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'Twas now the hour when Night had driven / Her car half round yon sable heaven; / Boötes, only, seem'd to roll / His arctic charge around the pole; / While mortals, lost in gentle sleep, / Forgot to smile, or ceased to weep: / At this lone hour the Paphian boy, / Descending from the realms of joy, / Quick to my gate directs his course, / And knocks with all his little force.
My visions fled, alarm'd I rose, -- / "What stranger breaks my blest repose? " / "Alas! " replies the wily child, / In faltering accents sweetly mild, / "A hapless infant here I roam, / Far from my dear maternal home.