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[What fancies throng into the mind]
What fancies throng into the mind,
When one upon this posy gazeth;
The more I look, the more I find
Some semblance that one quite amazeth.
When one upon this posy gazeth;
The more I look, the more I find
Some semblance that one quite amazeth.
“What semblance, man? to what? to whom?”
Go, lack-a-brain, and sweep the stable;
A wooden head must not presume
To chatter at the Muse's Table!
Go, lack-a-brain, and sweep the stable;
A wooden head must not presume
To chatter at the Muse's Table!
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