Letting go this hand, love-warm
For the companionable
I'll not lack, if so able
Its very stamp to feel.
Received into whose presence
Accepts me; as times past.
If beyond your call, wind-bold
As aggreeably heard
For this wooer, voiced for bird.
My heart once did heal.
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