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“Soon, trembling in her soft and chill nest, / In sort of wakeful swoon, perplexed she lay, / Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppressed / Her soothèd limbs, and soul fatigued away…Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, / As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.”

“Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly—sweet! / We are dead if that latch gives one tiny clink! // The old man may dream, and the planets may wink; / The shut rose may dream of our loves, and awake / Full-blown… // The stock-dove shall hatch her soft brace and shall coo, / While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!”