Troubl’d her heart, which ne’er before had been:
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Straight sprang she to her lover on the bed,
And kisst his cheek, and was not satisfied:
When, O the lamp, held ill-balanced o’erhead,
One drop of burning oil spill’d from its side
On Eros’ naked shoulder as he slept,
Who waken’d by the sudden smart uplept
Upon the floor, and all the mischief eyed.
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