Her beauteous rise on such gentle morn gave not such clue to mine eye, and though my sense gave rise to the alarm my fellow self says no need to heed the skies. But alas, once again doth she fool me with her flowing sway, and hither do I fall against her limbs like the wistful days of May. Perhaps one day shall I gain good wisdom from Her ear, and fall more graceful ‘pon Her fields and say, ‘Oh ! Now I see My Dear!”
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