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Angelique

Thou dawdl’d not bringing me fro Aether to Nether,Still, duringly cling I on to this heather –Dew-scented blossom; thou wast pristine,The sweven of thee ne’er will I cede, my colleen.Drat this creature of memories ill,Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell. ‘Vaunt! – Devil tyne –Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;Daunt – sinsyne

Siren

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta’en –By whom, know I not; ‘lack! am I of twain –And as a crux – cede I my words –Fro my heart wilt thou ne’erHave I been ‘sooth sinsyne.Be left without – come! Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,Ryking for me: Ryking

Aoede

Parch’d of words, parch’d of lauds,Lorn and tyned fro my wame –‘Seech I more perforce indeed:Lap I of thee: Thou art want. With dulcet gust thine floret,Which I yet would not do –Pray I thee for thine avail –Lave me in it; I want more! For my loe, not be adust. Come see as the

Samantha

Cede the wherefores and do na chide,Maybe I am peenging – ween of joy;Cede the wherefores and do na chide –Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ‘gal. Riddance,Sith the one.

Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe,An ado as aglow:Belying the paynimThou rewrot’st the tome –An ivy-crown’d and dancing,And fawn’d and trancing –Espying the surly wud,And heeding her not. Celebration Afear’d of Bacchante,And dost thou ‘hold the yill? –Behind is the sleepless;Eyne ‘holding na mo. Celebration «Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart

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