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"Behold a morn indeed! -
Sun on high - in sky.
Yonder the firth eathing,
Fro a gale erranteth."

"Ye but the shadow.
Mayhap a of trothplight -
I deep - and anon!"

"To and fro, hither,
Is thy love."

"Not a loth! -
But for my kinsmen!"

"Beautiful tyrant!
Angelica!
raven!
lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful -
ale for a parched sot.
Hie to me
What ye judgest as
I the shadow!"

"E'er thou aye!
of a plot!
Now go to thy tryst!
Go, leave, totter! -
ye dwindlest.
A morsel, nay more,
For thy
and thither!"

"That is a lie!
I am not!
My are but a twist
well! - with jiy I came,
rue I leave.
the orb cannot.
Help me the ice?"

"That is a lie!
I am not!
My words are but a
Tis a feigned lie loathing,
I say!"

"A gaffer, I daresay..."

"...a not!"

"Wherefore call me names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my hart -
in the glade."