The Night Cometh
I' M belov'd of one so fair,
Heaven beholds no beauty like her;
Envious eyes, and pens, beware;
Not a glance must dare to strike her.
Could the boy with blinded eyes
But unblind them to behold her;
He would own the sweet surprise
And with loving arms enfold her.
Heaven beholds no beauty like her;
Envious eyes, and pens, beware;
Not a glance must dare to strike her.
Could the boy with blinded eyes
But unblind them to behold her;
He would own the sweet surprise
And with loving arms enfold her.
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