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LYRICAL POEMS.
But in my chamber ’twas as still,
As though a grave it were,
Only the beating of my heart
Betray’d that I was there.
Long time he knocked, long time he call’d,
At length the suer went,
His lovely voice though conquer’d me,
And to the window sent.
A little bit I raise it up,
I think that he is fled—
He catches me, he kisses me,
Until my neck is red.
