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21211	Gray, John	Silverpoints			.txt	text/plain	4669	508	97	Listen, bright lady, thy deep Pansie eyes To thy rose toes and keep thee by alway. Amaranth, fadeless, tells me of thy flesh. I know no Name too sweet to tell of her, But Touchstone of thy Worth in Love's Armure; Thy Breast for Bed, and feeds thy Heart upon. I know no Name too sweet to tell of thee. Thy chaste hair ripened into sullen gold. That breast indeed might throb the Sacred Heart. My poor hearts blood leaps forth, With thy sins heavy; and my hands; And here my heart, which throbs alone for thee. With thy late kisses ringing, let my head Roll in blest indolence on thy young breast; Which like a portcullis, shall veil thy thighs; Of incense ever to thy pitying eyes. Thy bleeding heart, and stifling with its sobs. Bird-like, my heart was glad to soar and vault; Floats on thy seas like breath of spikenard,	./cache/21211.txt	./txt/21211.txt