Pour your wine on body this faint, Let thine erring sound cover eyes, Mine hour yea still all too faint,…
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Though I do not know who you are, I feel a time where once I knew, So sweet and subtle…
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A horse rides in the midst of mind and sand, Ne gaze neath the hooves from whose rider brew, A…
I’m done
Ere no word of mention: I'm done, All the words I said are all but gone, And he said that…
Moving Out
Ere but all the times to know, "A drink? It's boss. I'm fine. There's no need. I'll go." It was…
Ghost ye Lady Part
Mine hour is but laugh to sing, In cast of my deforme'd nature Is this happy hour am come to…
Muse of Dodona
I am the Muse who sings not of no other, I am the difference between light and night: The art…
His Lover Beckons
Ere be man ere wrought is comber may, Alas, indeed, is but fraught with greed desire, Though twats in meagre…
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Monsieur, alors les chattes de lune; Jusqu'a avons engrangé ne plumes de malheur, There shall be no peace in mine…
Moving Faster
For it was not the leaves who asked faster, No. They joked with time in little passing, Did I ask…
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