Wilt I keep in the solitary lawn of my mind,
The fragrance wilt reign without Closing,
The wind wilt note our long Love's
dulcet dictum.
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Wilt I keep in the solitary lawn of my mind, The fragrance wilt reign without Closing, The wind wilt note our long Love's dulcet dictum.
" Upon this poor heart for thy love" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.