Hot and fagged, girl, now exposed
To no weather at all.
Hung o'er of this enclasping
Strength of bulging sinews.
Flexed, a hundred years! Which strews
For leafed boughs, repose.
One, in love's arms, so adored
So shielded from every
Head-spun ache, life-harsh, about
Roars antagonistic
If so buzzed, who's thoughts frantic
Quicker do compose.
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