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The day is
gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet
lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath,
light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes,
accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist!
Faded the
flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of
beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from
my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise
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Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the
dusk holiday -or holinight
Of fragrant-curtained love
begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid
delight;
But, as I've read love's missal through
today,
He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
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