A LOVE-DREAM.
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On a couch of flowers reclining
We together talked of bliss,
Ne'er resisting, ne'er declining;
Then, O then, the rapturous kiss;
Then he pressed me to his bosom,
Throbbing with the glowing charm,
There I rested, dumb, bewildered,
Faint with bliss upon his arm.
We together talked of bliss,
Ne'er resisting, ne'er declining;
Then, O then, the rapturous kiss;
Then he pressed me to his bosom,
Throbbing with the glowing charm,
There I rested, dumb, bewildered,
Faint with bliss upon his arm.
