Here With Beauty Stirring Time
Here with beauty stirring time
Methinks that all the world is blind
Avast! Beyond a distant sea
She moves and flirts with liberty
In such motion there beside
Grande romaunt is undenied
It seems befitting for me to dream
Then in my secret languishing
Of her in motion of her in song
Of love when all the world is wrong
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