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If you will allow me, I'll stay among the pine-trees for fresh air.
(For fresh air!) - Stay, and take your time!
The rascal's watching, so we'll have fun… We'll reward him for his doubts.
At last comes the moment when I can rejoice in my lover's arms
Timid scruples, begone from my heart And do not come to trouble my delight.
Oh! The spirit of this place, the earth, and the sky seems to echo the fire of my love!
How the night helps me along!
Come, do not delay, oh bliss,
Come where love calls thee to joy,
While night's torch does not shine,
While the air is still dark and the world is quiet…
Here murmurs the stream, here's a breeze that freshens the heart;
Here flowers smile and the grass is cool; Here all invites to the pleasures of love.
Come, my dear, amid these hidden trees!
I will wreathe thy brow with roses.