My mistress sweet how capriciously
She looks on me:
Her eyes twinkle and shine
This morn mischievously:
How her legs move
And from beneath her dress
Her limbs enchant:
She into the gardens goes
And by the fresh fountain stands
And fresher looks she
Than trees and water and morn
And then - and then
Looks she up to the heavens - mysteriously!
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