Corn Past Its Prime
By amlee
Mon, 16 Sep 2013
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Harken, pray, my love, my darling
Tarry not so very long
When winter's spite might vain o'ertake us
and I've lost my summer's song
Braid my locks when they be raven
Kiss my yet unfurrow'd brow
Hold my hand when it can be taken
Have my heart, the time is now
Wait not till my eyes are dimmer'd
Do not waste my sprightly dance
Cast not dreams so they're unglimmer'd
Squander not my final chance
To knit your heart upon my own heart
Meld sweet hopes to make us one
in mind and soul, and longing spirit
'til our travelling days are done
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This has a great rhythm to it
This has a great rhythm to it amlee. Really enjoyed it.
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