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xl.

"O yes, she wander'd round and round

These knotted knees of mine,
And found, and kiss'd the name she found,
And sweetly murmur'd thine.

xli.

"A teardrop trembled from its source,

And down my surface crept.
My sense of touch is something coarse,
But I believe she wept.

xlii.

"Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light,

She glanced across the plain;
But not a creature was in sight:
She kiss'd me once again.

xliii.

"Her kisses were so close and kind,

That, trust me on my word,
Hard wood I am, and wrinkled rind,
But yet my sap was stirr'd: