TO J. L. D. 
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TO J. L. D. 
 
At last, so long desired, so long delayed, 
The step is taken, and the threshold past ; 
I am within the palace I have prayed 
At last. 
 
Like scudding winds, when skies are overcast, 
Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade. 
O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast, 
 
O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed, 
Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast, 
Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid, 
At last.