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And though, before she heard his foot, The moon had climbed the homestead palm, Flinging to her the shadowed fruit, And tree-frogs ceased to break the calm, And birds were mute,

With sudden transport ever new, She blushed, and sprang from forth the bower, Her eyes, as bright as moon-lit dew, Her bosom glad as snow-veiled flower, When sun shines through;

He, with a natural dignity Untaught self-consciousness by harm, Sustained her with his manly arm, And smiled upon her glee.