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I AM YOUR CAPTIVE.
Lady! I bow before thee,
A captive to thy will,
A spell of thine is o'er me,
But joy is with me still.
A captive to thy will,
A spell of thine is o'er me,
But joy is with me still.
I yield me not to beauty,
Though thou indeed art fair;
I yield me-not to lightness,
Though thou art light as air.
Though thou indeed art fair;
I yield me-not to lightness,
Though thou art light as air.
I yield me not to wisdom,
Thou wisest of thy kind.
But, rescue or no rescue,
To thy purity of mind.
Thou wisest of thy kind.
But, rescue or no rescue,
To thy purity of mind.
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