Yon Beauty, Doth I Stare. - Poem by Michael Gale
Is lustly round, i swear.
Yon beauty, is by far, above all, that, be fair...
Yon cascading fiery billowy, is thy hair.
Yon's hand in mairrage, is all that-I care...
Yon's bluest pooled eyes, that in, I do constanly stare.
Next to yon, in eternity, is thy place...
by me, to be there, as only do I care.
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