Poems (Bushnell)/Delay

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XLIDELAY
Taste the sweetness of delaying,Till the hour shall come for saying  That I love you with my soul:Have you never thought your heartFinds a something in the part,  It would miss from out the whole?
In this rosebud you have given,Sleeps that perfect rose of heaven  That in Fancy's garden blows:Wake it not by touch or sound,Lest perchance 'twere lost, not found,  In the opening of the rose.
Dear to me is this reflection,Of a fair and far perfection,  Shining through a veil undrawn:Ask no question then of fate;Yet a little longer wait  In the beauty of the dawn.
Through our mornings, veiled and tender,Shines a day of golden splendor,  Never yet fulfilled by day:Ah! if love be made complete,Will it, can it, be so sweet  As this ever sweet delay?
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