Hot was the noon in summers sultry hour
The sun then raging with meridian power
When I more burning with the scorching heat
Of hot desire - lay hid in close retreat
Beneath the covert of a secret shade
Flush'd "with expectance of the lovley maid"
Sweet was the spot no one throughout the grove
Was better suited to the sports of Love
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