"I met two young lovers,
And listed their vows,
Where the woodbine covers
The old oak boughs.
Enhancing their pleasures
I fluttered around.
And joined with glad measures
Their soft sighs' sound.
They blessed me for bringing
Sweet perfumes near,
They blessed me for singing
A cadence so dear."
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EAST WIND.
"I've wafted through bowers
Where angels might muse,
And kiss their bright flowers
Of loveliest hues.
And maidens were singing
Of beauty and love,
Their symphonies ringing,
Resounded above.
I parted the tresses,
From fairy-like brows,
Where the lily impresses
Its earliest vows."