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WHEREFORE NOW NOR SONG NOR SONNET?
Wherefore now nor song nor sonnet
Write I thee, Eliza dear?
Love's a plant, the blossom on it
Rhyme, child of the vernal year:
With the full-grown time it ceases,
Waning as the fruit increases,
Therefore now nor song nor sonnet
Write I thee, Eliza dear!
Write I thee, Eliza dear?
Love's a plant, the blossom on it
Rhyme, child of the vernal year:
With the full-grown time it ceases,
Waning as the fruit increases,
Therefore now nor song nor sonnet
Write I thee, Eliza dear!
Ever as I would be chiming
Pretty pointed lines to thee,
Seems a power to rein my rhyming,
And it reasons thus with me:
“Fool, why wilt thou still be prating?
Truth that's known needs no debating!”
Therefore I nor song nor sonnet
Write, Eliza dear, to thee!
Pretty pointed lines to thee,
Seems a power to rein my rhyming,
And it reasons thus with me:
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Truth that's known needs no debating!”
Therefore I nor song nor sonnet
Write, Eliza dear, to thee!
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