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lips are red roses gathered from Eden by


the hand of Gabriel. Your words. are
molten pearl dropping from your mouth
My heart blazes Al the thought Of thee.--
My brain is an everlasting fire. The blood
burns and scalds my veins as it passes
through them. Oh, come, most delight
ful Of fdeIights, and breathe upon me with
your seraphic breath. When you do come
be sure and bring that two shillings you
borrowed ofme, as want to buy some to-
bacco. ~