- -Thy gracefulness- -
In thy love's nectarous pulp
My mind fictitious and glum,
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did find a strait to Outstrip sore sever. Thy love: heaven's chosen beatitude for a slighted soul,
In thy love's nectarous pulp My mind fictitious and glum, did find a strait to Outstrip sore sever
amorous song of haunted drop did rive Pain, pestilence and Plague.