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By chris Date: 2008 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.26.22.35.19533]] |
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She possessed a Wit and Beauty ne'er seen By mine eyes. Though the rain would pour and all Sod torn asunder, still fair would my dream Be as I launch'd my song Heavenward. Small Consolation being Large, to the place Of Angels would I sing where I knew her To be - the Lady Laura. (And my face Is this verse, my tongue this rhyme.) If it were True that no place on Earth were not touch'd by Her, well then fain would I o'er mossy ground Fly - and sully not her bless'd earth with my Base feet. Nay, should this wild fancy be: Found Ne'er 'gain could I be, happy with my ken On any of fair England's hills or fens. |