Leave thy spirit fast in ambers
Lock thy eyes thy cold chambers
Safeguard thy gold
And mock thy bold
Lofty hurdles jump the most
Secretly over thy track of lost
Suppose it all
To ring a slender bell
To whose abound
sweet fume care-scent?
Unruffle your hemlock of silver silhouette
Then thrust thy bedded rose!
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