Sylvia
Sylvia, you are the heiress to my heart;
Your garden to saunter at your leisure.
Lieu of one seed, I vest whole orchards of my love in you.
Vacant is this Eden, and though the apples be by Eves eaten,
It still be my love, Sylvia, it still be my love,
And now it be yours, evermore.
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