PERI'S SONG       -+-

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ready to wander, or would I ride. with them
each turn is heathen-nest : the board
be gone, cruel locks in time

to press, all clad and
caught, to seek
the dance

the woe be
gone aside. the herd
I found, I ride.

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                                             what eyes the switch?
                                                         make none, now stay.

                                             at first a grunt, and then
                                             a wood to lean on

                                                          slicker here.
                                                          and then the cold.

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take it all :
the terrible root, the leaden date,
           and speak no more.

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I slip the tree,
I green the moat.

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my soul flies up and down.