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This let to love, and pinions down his wings!Why else do I in vain repeat my prayer,Is it, thou dost not, or thou wilt not hear?When first I waited at thy gate, and thoughtTo 'scape thy care, I was at midnight caught.With over-dilligence thou then look'st out,To spy what lover was upon the scout.These are wild guesses, thou'rt perhaps employ'dMore sweetly, and enjoy'st what I enjoy'd.And while I'm waiting with impatience here,Thy envied fortune's with the faithless fair.Oh, for thy pleasure, give me all thy pains,Let us change chances, and be mine thy chains.Unlock the gate, the morning will not stay,Unlock the gate, and kindness past repay.Hark: or I dream, or on the hinge I hearThe wicket turn, or bolts unloosen'd jar.I dream, indeed, the bolts as they were laid,