It hath if a face, it bloometh happy,
swollen and swampy,
It gains if a shape, it maketh wings,
flutters and springs,
It utters if a sound, it sayeth heard,
Sung and slurred,
Riseth as warrior, it flayeth cloud,
and raineth peace upon,
Soareth above, it singeth over,
Harketh and lovers drawn,
Beareth come, bringeth joy,
Caress washeth every frown.
It weareth person, appeareth woman,
Beauty of far beyond,
It smileth gentle, freezeth hearts,
Angel of heaven's profound,
It careth upon, wisheth good,
As for children of her belong!
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