By Hour of Sweetest Night

By Hour of Sweetest Night,

When Daytide, Blushing, turns her Fair Cheek away,

And All the Heavens, do, in Spectral Show,

Dance to the eye and Court each Heart with Smiles;

My Lingering Breath,

Which in heaves and sighs Permits this Life Continuance,

Calls my Waiting and Long Yearning Riotous Calamity

And Curses All the Happy Hours that chortle and mock her Breathless Vigil.

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~Morgan~
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