AD LYDIAM, UT SECUM A MARITO FUGERET 
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Filled with green lawns and forests black with pine, 
Where the clear stream shall sing us into sleep 
With murmuring faintly, and divine device : 
Come with me there, and we will surely twine 
Bright wreaths of Alpine gentian for thine head, 
Those glowing tresses, auburn in the sun, 
And in the night, dim fires of matchless red 
To hold my love, and lead my kisses on 
From night to night upon the purple bed 
Of dark embraces ;  till the summer is gone 
We will forget in love the world of tears 
Whose tumult reaches not our amorous ears. 
 
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Come with me thither.  Let the chaster snow 
Blush at the sunset, when our limbs grow fain 
To twine close caressing, let it blush 
Redder at sunrise, when our eyelids grow 
Weary of kissing, and our arms again 
Slowly unclasp, and our fair cheeks do flush 
With memory’s modesty.  The mountains glow 
Warmer and whiter, dreamland’s power shall wane 
While the sun tints the beauty of the bush 
And all the forest with his finger-tips