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This dole crowner gallows me As this mere welkin hallowed be Whereupon I trick and train and tire To limn my umbered love in fire Before noble mare bewrays As I clearly see it all decays In debile coil of smoke suspires
Ay our last orison quickens as we Are drumbling near this poize of free Quell me maculate slowly dyer Case my remains with sharpened brier Atone me to my throes curtail To dim and dire fields I vail And my eales but slumbering lier
Then so lingered here but none To buckle back what had begun In molten aeons caged desire Dared phantasma us much higher Cased to milch the clover flowers Neither raindrops nor my lover Shall restore what has been done When were all keeled in freezing sun
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