Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . F for tales of love, ye be,Listen, lovers all, to me!Through the world Ive journeyed far,Seeking where true loversare: And whereer I ranged on groundCupids markings have I of roots, and rocks, and trees,Fields and flocks, I gathered these:Grass I cropped with Cupids herds,Groweth now a crop of words:Grapes of grief in Cupids cup,Wine of verse now brimmeth up:Kisses sown in Cupids sleep,Rhymed reason runs to , lovers, this tale isOf Amabel and Amor is,Who, from the beginning friends,Came at last to love
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . F for tales of love, ye be,Listen, lovers all, to me!Through the world Ive journeyed far,Seeking where true loversare: And whereer I ranged on groundCupids markings have I of roots, and rocks, and trees,Fields and flocks, I gathered these:Grass I cropped with Cupids herds,Groweth now a crop of words:Grapes of grief in Cupids cup,Wine of verse now brimmeth up:Kisses sown in Cupids sleep,Rhymed reason runs to , lovers, this tale isOf Amabel and Amor is,Who, from the beginning friends,Came at last to lovers ends;Whence the tale may backward run,Lovers ends being life for all that this tale tellsLet your ears be go hence, ye loveless lot,Unbegun and unbegot:Till ye bear the Bowmans shot,Ill know you not!
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