A Sequel to Don Juan — page 128: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 119 CXXVI. As aspens in the evening zephyrs dance, So did the maiden’s bosom palpitate :— His eyes, upraised unto her countenance, Seemed to enquire the fiat of his fate: True penitence appeared in that sad glance.— Oh !. not a moment could she hesitate, But gave her hand—the lover now was blest, And snatched the trembling fair one to his breast. CXXVIL. Sweet is the moment when the blushing maid Whispers ‘‘ 1 love thee !”” in her lover’s ear: Sweet is the moment when—though half afraid— His lips first press the ones he deems most dear : Sweet is the moment when her eyes upbraid His late arrival, with the glistening tear ;— But there’s a joy which far exceeds all this— The charm of reconciliation’s bliss ! CXX VIIT. The appetite, which turns from sour to sweet, Finds the sweet sweeter than it was before :— The sunshine that comes after rain and sleet, Than the preceding beams is welcomed more : And when the traveller drags his weary feet Over the threshold of his cottage-door, After long absence, each familiar tone Seems to possess a charm till then unknown. COMmicloookxs.conn