Oh, sweet, how I miss your fair song,
How your drowsiness fills me with want,
How I’ve wished for thee, spitefully long,
And your image, like a dream in the night,
Does not grant me the sparkle of light!
Your scent, pungent, like spring’s fairy dew,
Leaves me startled, wanting, haunted by you.
Your delicate pleasure, faintly in me,
Aroused beauty, and splendor, wishes of free.
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