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TRansported with pleasure,
I gaze on my treasure,
And ravish my sight;
While she gayly smiling,
My anguish beguiling,
Augments my delight.
–
How blest is a lover,
Whose torments are over,
His fears and his pain;
When beauty relenting,
Repays with consenting,
Her scorn and disdain.
