A girl with books
who never looks
At me, I wonder!
Humble and comely
Submissive and lovely
Always coy, I wonder!
Earns name and fame
Not tells her name
Ill-tempered? I wonder!
But-
My fancy thou, thou art my dove
Worship, ken and heaven mine
My sole delight is pleasure thine
To forget the to last my breath
O life! O time! O love- wreath
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