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THE FOUNTAIN
Sweet fountain neeth thy pendant boughs
May cool thy waters run
While flocks of sheep & herds of cows
Seek shelter from the sun
Unhead[ed] be thy willow ranks
Thy waters pure & clear
For her I meet upon thy banks
Thou fountain thou art dear
May cool thy waters run
While flocks of sheep & herds of cows
Seek shelter from the sun
Unhead[ed] be thy willow ranks
Thy waters pure & clear
For her I meet upon thy banks
Thou fountain thou art dear
Still shingling on thy silty bed
Wi gurgling windings play
While musing on thy banks I tread
On memory[s] happy day
When mary milkd her brinded cow
While sky larks did sing clear
& for her sake thats absent now
Thou fountain thou art dear
Wi gurgling windings play
While musing on thy banks I tread
On memory[s] happy day
When mary milkd her brinded cow
While sky larks did sing clear
& for her sake thats absent now
Thou fountain thou art dear
The poesy last I her did make
Speckt cowslaps gilt wi dew
She hurded for the gatherers sake
& on thy banks they grew
The Sigh so true the kiss so free
All past & witnessd here
& as my love is dear to me
Thou fountain thou art dear
Speckt cowslaps gilt wi dew
She hurded for the gatherers sake
& on thy banks they grew
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All past & witnessd here
& as my love is dear to me
Thou fountain thou art dear
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