ers' rustling noise,
i saw thee leave their ev'ning joys,
and lonely stalk,
to vent thy bosom's swelling rise,
in pensive walk.
“when youthful love, warm-blushing, strong,
keen-shivering, shot thy nerves along,
those ats grateful to thy tongue,
th' adored name,
i taught thee how to pour in song,
to soothe thy fme.
“i saw thy pulse's maddening py,
wild send thee pleasure's devious way,
misled by fancy's meteor-ray,
by passion driven;
but yet the light that led astray
was light from heaven.
“i taught th
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