by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Thus saith my Cloris bright
Language: English 
Thus saith my Cloris bright
When we of Love sit down and talk together
Beware of Love, Love is a walking sprite,
And Love is this and that,
And O I wot not what,
And comes and goes again I wot not whither.
No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing
For in her eyes I saw his torchlight blazing.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 8
Word count: 61