He Comes

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He comes, O bliss!
Fly swiftly, you winds,
You odorous breezes,
And tell him how long
I’ve waited for this!

O happy that night,
When sunk on your breast,
Your kisses fast falling,
And drunken with love,
My troth I did plight.

Again my sweet friend
Embrace me close.
Yes, heaven does bless us,
And now you have won
My love without end.

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