It is no vulgar nature I have wived.
Secretive, sensitive, she takes a wound
Deep to her soul, as if the sense had swooned,
And not a thought of vengeance had survived.
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NATURE
She is not one
Long to endure this torpidly, and shun
The drugs that crowd about a woman's hand.
At Forfeits during snow we played, and I
Must kiss her.
GREAT
GREAT POEM
GREAT LOVE
GREAT 10++++++++++++++++++++
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NATURE She is not one Long to endure this torpidly, and shun The drugs that crowd about a woman's hand. At Forfeits during snow we played, and I Must kiss her. GREAT GREAT POEM GREAT LOVE GREAT 10++++++++++++++++++++