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EXTRAVAGANZA
Were I the sun that shines for you
Betwixt your arbour screens,
I 'd fill with autumn wines for you
The grapes that summer greens.
I 'd turn your pippins gold for you
Ere fierce July had fled,
And bid the rose unfold for you
In May its richest red.
Betwixt your arbour screens,
I 'd fill with autumn wines for you
The grapes that summer greens.
I 'd turn your pippins gold for you
Ere fierce July had fled,
And bid the rose unfold for you
In May its richest red.
Were I the moon that beams for you,
I 'd quench the unwilling stars,
And flower the night with dreams for you
Like silvery nenuphars.
But ere my light should break from you,
As heavenward larks upsoared,
With silvery showers I'd make from you
The Danaë I adored!
I 'd quench the unwilling stars,
And flower the night with dreams for you
Like silvery nenuphars.
But ere my light should break from you,
As heavenward larks upsoared,
With silvery showers I'd make from you
The Danaë I adored!
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