Fondly billing, murmuring sweet,
While their trembling pinions tell
What delights their bosoms swell.
Kiss me, press me, till you feel
All your raptured senses reel;
Till your eyes, half closed and dim,
In a dizzy transport swim,
And you murmur faintly, “Grasp me,
Swooning, in your arms, oh, clasp me.”
In my fond sustaining arms