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She Rose to Let Me In The night her blackest sable wore And gloomy were the skies, And glitt'ring stars there were no more Than those in Stella's eyes. When at her fther's gate I knocked Where I had often been, And shrowded only in her smock The fair one let me in. Fast lock'd within her close embrace She trembling lay asham'd Her swelling breast and glowing face And every touch inflamed. My eager passion I obey'd Resolv'd the fort to win; And her fond heart was soon betray'd To yield and let me in. Then! then! beyond expressing Immortal was the joy I knew no greater blessing So great a god was I And she, transported with delight Oft pray'd me come again And kindly vowed that every night She'd rise and let me in. But oh! at last she prov'd with bern (sic) And sighing sat and dull, And I that was as much concerned Look'd then just like a fool. Her lovely eyes with tears run o'er Repenting her rash sin; She sigh'd and curs'd the fatal hour That e'er she let me in. But who could cruelly deceive Or from such beauty part? I lov'd her so, I could not leave The charmer of my heart. But wedded and conceal'd the crime Thus all was well again; And now she thanks the blessed hour That e'er she let me in. note: a more morally-correct ending than some other versions-- see COLDRAIN. RG From Pills to Purge Melancholy, vol I, D'Urfey
The night her blackest sable wore And gloomy were the skies, And glitt'ring stars there were no more Than those in Stella's eyes. When at her fther's gate I knocked Where I had often been, And shrowded only in her smock The fair one let me in.
Fast lock'd within her close embrace She trembling lay asham'd Her swelling breast and glowing face And every touch inflamed. My eager passion I obey'd Resolv'd the fort to win; And her fond heart was soon betray'd To yield and let me in.
Then! then! beyond expressing Immortal was the joy I knew no greater blessing So great a god was I And she, transported with delight Oft pray'd me come again And kindly vowed that every night She'd rise and let me in.
But oh! at last she prov'd with bern (sic) And sighing sat and dull, And I that was as much concerned Look'd then just like a fool. Her lovely eyes with tears run o'er Repenting her rash sin; She sigh'd and curs'd the fatal hour That e'er she let me in.
But who could cruelly deceive Or from such beauty part? I lov'd her so, I could not leave The charmer of my heart. But wedded and conceal'd the crime Thus all was well again; And now she thanks the blessed hour That e'er she let me in.
note: a more morally-correct ending than some other versions--
see COLDRAIN. RG From Pills to Purge Melancholy, vol I, D'Urfey
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