Dream
I dreamt of thee again last nite-
Whenst I retreat'd to my chamber.
That thou sent to me an invite,
To play out under the bower.
And didst I sprint to the garden
Swing myself to thy very arms.
Kiss didst we by the bluish ferns
Whilst summer nights kept ourselves warm.
Rolled and sighed we amongst the bush;
Thou stroked my cheeks and I reddened.
Thou caressed my hair and I blushed;
My heart thumped loud with wild passion!
We'd play over and over 'gain
Wrapped only by tranquil night air.
Not even one touch of the rain;
On thy white skin-how sleek and fair!
Thy blue eyes consoled my longing-
Thy bronze hair sent my thoughts roaming!
Clouded by desires were we both-
Without any soft naughty cloth.
Hark, how I cursed the vile morning!
Woke I again to this lone winter so alluring
My soul afresh, is secluded;
My love anew, is deserted.
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