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That has my fresh-ink’d hand a trembling
My mind is quick to act on foamy dreams
To thus convince you of assembling,
I master art to ‘scribe the sweetened verse
That does perhaps infect your heart with me
I am to shake to oust this glossy curse
And thus again become endeared to thee,
You are my dove, my fawn, my fiery friend
You mean to me more than the highest call
As a spring day, a sunset scene to never end
Is this how it does feel to have it all?
You are my moon, my sun, my star delight
And with you what is left has become right.