She woke; and one, that thro’ the dark made way,
Drew near, and stood beside; and over her
The curtain rustl’d. Trembling now she lay,
Fainting with terror: till upon her face
A kiss, and with two gentle arms’ embrace,
A voice that call’d her name in loving play.
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Though for the darkness she coud nothing see,
She wish’d not then for what the night denied:
This was the lover she had lack’d, and she,