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He is, if they can find him, fair
And fresh, and fragrant too;
As after rain the summer air,
And looks as lillies do,
That are this morning blown!
Yet, yet I doubt, he is not known,
Yet, yet I fear to have him fully shewn.
But he hath eyes so large, and bright,
Which none can see, and doubt
That Love might thence his torches light
Tho' Hate had put them out!
But then to raise my fears,
His voicewhat maid so ever hears
Will be my rival, tho' she have but ears.
I'll tell no more! yet I love him,
And he loves me; yet so,
That never one low wish did dim
Our love's pure light, I know
In each so free from blame,
That both of us would gain new fame,
If love's strong fears would let me tell his name!
