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AWake my Eyes, at night my thoughts pursue
Your Charming Shape, & find it ever new
If I my weary breast to sleep resign,
In gaudy Dreams your love and beauty shine… ▪
Dreams with such Extasies Pleasures fill'd,
As to those joyes they seem can only yield:
Nor do they yield perhaps, wou'd you allow,
Dear Flavia, that I once might know.