The day is gone and all sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise -
Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday - or holinight
Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight,
But as I've read love's missal through today,
He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
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