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One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-player |
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Even where my lady and I lay all alone; |
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Saying: "Behold this minstrel is unknown; |
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Bid him depart, for I am minstrel here: |
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Only my songs are to love's dear ones dear." |
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Then said I "Through thine hautboy's rapturous tone |
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Unto my lady still this harp makes moan, |
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And still she deems the cadence deep and clear." |
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Then said my lady: "Thou art passion of Love, |
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And this Love's worship: both he plights to me. |
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Thy mastering music walks the sunlit sea: |
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But where wan water trembles in the grove, |
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And the wan moon is all the light thereof, |
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This harp still makes my name its voluntary." |
