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Not thus I sigh, but all my sighs are vain -) Die wretched Arthur, & conceal thy pain) 'Tis impudence to wish, tis madness to complain) Fix'd on this view, my only hope of ease I waited not the aid of slow disease The keenest instruments of death I sought And death alone employ'd my lab'ring thought This all the night - when I remember well The charming tinkle of your morning bell Fix'd by the sound, I hasten'd with your tea With one last look to smooth the darksome way. But oh how dear that fatal look has cost! In that fond moment my resolves were lost. Hence all my guilt, & all your sorrows rise. -- I saw the languid softness of your Eyes; I saw the dear disorder of your bed Your cheeks all glowing with a tempting red: Your night cloaths trembl'd with resistless grace Your flowing hair play'd careless round yr. face Your night gown fasten'd with a single pin; --- Fancy improv'd the wondrous charms within.
