Behold a jocund morn indeed! –Sun on high – birds in sky.Yonder the whist firth eathing,Fro where a gale erranteth. Ye beholdest but the shadow. That is a lie!Mayhap a tithe of trothplight – Lief I am not!I deem – e’er and anon! My words are but a twist.Tis a […]
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