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Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee,
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For such an archaic poem, this reads very easy and smooth, but I wonder what is a hynde? A deer? A hound? Very stately and melancholy
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9/7/2025 4:02:54 AM # 1.0.0
Awesome translation, nice poem.