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FAIR FORTUNE
Where merchantman with merchant meets,
To bandy terms of more and less,
Came Laura through the London streets
In earth-delighting heavenliness.
To bandy terms of more and less,
Came Laura through the London streets
In earth-delighting heavenliness.
The sun, by her compelled to shine,
Made up a posy of his heat,
And bared his face. She wanted mine,
And searched for me along the street.
Made up a posy of his heat,
And bared his face. She wanted mine,
And searched for me along the street.
At last she flushed the selfsame pink
I'd kissed her to, twelve hours ago,
And halted, giddy on the brink
Of joy her bosom ached to know.
I'd kissed her to, twelve hours ago,
And halted, giddy on the brink
Of joy her bosom ached to know.
And as with gradual warmth she thrilled,
And Love half-listened to Desire,
She pressed against my side and filled
My every vein with happy fire.
And Love half-listened to Desire,
She pressed against my side and filled
My every vein with happy fire.
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Then, while I watched this girl adorn
The street, as swans adorn a lake,
I thanked Apollo I was born
A minstrel for her lovely sake.
The street, as swans adorn a lake,
I thanked Apollo I was born
A minstrel for her lovely sake.
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