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| CALM was the Even, and clear was the Sky, | |
| And the new-budding Flowers did spring, | |
| When all alone went Amyntas and I | |
| To hear the sweet Nightingal sing; | |
| I sate, and he laid him down by me; | 5 |
| But scarcely his breath he could draw; | |
| For when with a fear, he began to draw near, | |
| He was dash’d with A ha ha ha ha! | |
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| He blush’d to himself, and lay still for a while, | |
| And his modesty curb’d his desire; | 10 |
| But straight I convinc’d all his fear with a smile, | |
| Which added new Flames to his Fire. | |
| O Sylvia, said he, you are cruel, | |
| To keep your poor Lover in awe; | |
| Then once more he prest with his hand to my brest | 15 |
| But was dash’d with A ha ha ha ha. | |
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| I knew ’twas his passion that caus’d all his fear; | |
| And therefore. I pity’d his Case: | |
| I whisper’d him softly, there’s no body here | |
| And laid my Cheek close to his Face: | 20 |
| But as he grew bolder and bolder, | |
| A Shepheard came by us and saw; | |
| And just as our bliss we began with a Kiss, | |
| He laugh’d out with A ha ha ha ha. | |
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