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NO MORE GREAT LOVE MY HEART BEGUILES.
“No more great Love my heart beguiles,”
Methought:
I said, “I dare to hold his wiles
“At nought.”
But, ah, again, by your dear smiles
I'm caught.
Methought:
I said, “I dare to hold his wiles
“At nought.”
But, ah, again, by your dear smiles
I'm caught.
How strong his strength, and I, how weak!
Fierce child!
Your laughing lips he did but seek,
And smiled,
And I no more of scorn could speak—
Beguiled.
Fierce child!
Your laughing lips he did but seek,
And smiled,
And I no more of scorn could speak—
Beguiled.
How came I so the boy to slight?
Ah, true!
Yet how could I guess what his might
Could do,
When then he ne'er had snared my sight
With you!
Ah, true!
Yet how could I guess what his might
Could do,
When then he ne'er had snared my sight
With you!
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