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Sweet serene sky like flower Haste to adorn

Sweet serene sky like flower
Haste to adorn her bower
From thy long cloudy bed
Shoot forth thy damask head!

New startled blush of Flora
The grief of pale Aurora
Who will contest no more
Haste haste to strew her floor!

Vermilion ball that""s given
From lip to lip in heaven
Love""s couch""s coverlet
Haste haste to make her bed!

Dear offspring of pleased Venus
And jolly plump Silenus
Haste haste to deck the hair
Of the only sweetly fair!

See! rosy is her bower
Her floor is all this flower
Her bed a rosy nest
By a bed of roses pressed.

But early as she dresses
Why fly you her bright tresses?
Ah! I have found I fear —
Because her cheeks are near. .

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