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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of Youth, of Love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness; I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris; I sing of times trans-shifting; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab, and of the Fairy King. I write of Hell; I sing and ever shall, Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all. |
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