THe  her  had put on,
And all the  of  were gone:
When my dear Lord, as he had oft before,
With Speed and Love approach'd the bolted Door:
Arise, my Love, he cries, and with a Voice,
Divinely charming, pleads his  thus;
My  my  and my fairest
(Believing, sure, that Dialect would move;)
Arise, for loaden with the Midnight
Disorder'd, all my streaming  flew:
I knew the Voice, the moving
But ah! deluded by my
and  upon a Mossy
I lean'd  with  spread;
And long, with weak  did delay,
Amazing him at my
Mov'd, with his Patience, my relenting
Forgetting now to say, I am
Unto the  at length, I rusht, in spite
Of  and the  of the
With  to break the guilty  I try'd,
Which Entrance to my Lord so long deny'd:
But found the dear resenting Charmer fled,
I curs'd my  and curs'd my conscious
Yet such a  fill'd the
From his dear  I thought he had still been
I  aloud, still hoping he was
And  still, but Ah! he wou'd not
Then thro' the  distracted with my