I dreamt of thee again last nite-
whenst I retreat'd to my chamber.
That thou sent to me an invite,
to play out under the bower.

And didst I sprint to the garden
Swing myself to thy very arms.
Kiss didst we by the bluish ferns
Whilst summer nights kept ourselves warm.

Rolled and sighed we amongst the bush;
thou stroked my cheeks and I reddened.
Thou caressed my hair and I blushed;
my heart thumped loud with wild passion!

We'd play over and over 'gain
Wrapped only by tranquil night air.
Not even one touch of the rain;
on thy white skin-how sleek and fair!

Thy blue eyes consoled my longing-
thy bronze hair sent my thoughts roaming!
Clouded by desires were we both-
without any soft naughty cloth.

Hark, how I cursed the vile morning!
Woke I again to this lone spring.
My soul afresh, is secluded;
my love anew, is deserted.