My dear AE who behaves as if I were not existing on eath,
let me present you some excerpts from Thomas Moore.
Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.
Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move,-
Ah, no!-again-that kiss was wrong-
How can you be so dull, my love?
'Cease, cease! the blushing girl replied-
And in her milky arms she caught me-
'How can you thus your pupil chide;
You know 'twas in the dark you taught me!'
Where is the nymph, where azure eye
Can shine through rapture's tear!
The sun has sunk, the moon is high,
And yet she comes not here!
Was that footstep on the hill-
Her voice upon the gale?-
No, 'twas the wind, and all is still,
Oh, maid of Marlivale!
Come to me, love, I've wander'd far,
'Tis past the promis'd hour;
Come to me, love, the twilight star
Shall guide thee to my bower.