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Reading edition
Think on that look whose melting ray For one sweet moment mixt with mine, And for that moment seemed to say, "I dare not, or I would be thine!"
Think on thy every smile and glance, On all thou hast to charm and move; And then forgive my bosom's trance, Nor tell me it is sin to love.
Oh, not to love thee were the sin; For sure, if Fate's decrees be done, Thou, thou art destined still to win, As I am destined to be won!