. Flora . THE SINGING AS I DID ROVE. As I did rove in blinded night,Raying the sward, in slender ring,A cirque I saw whose crystal lightTranced my despair with glittering. Slender its gold j in hues of dreamIts jewels burred, smiting my eyesLike wings that flit about the streamThat waters Paradise. Sorrow broke in my heart to seeA thing so lovely ; and I heardCry from its dark securityA wildered bird. I GO HOME. My mistress dreams—and me forgot;For parlour silk I cannot care ; Abroad she will not birds invite to sandy grot ;Good warren folk awake me there ; So / go home. My mis

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. Flora . THE SINGING AS I DID ROVE. As I did rove in blinded night,Raying the sward, in slender ring,A cirque I saw whose crystal lightTranced my despair with glittering. Slender its gold j in hues of dreamIts jewels burred, smiting my eyesLike wings that flit about the streamThat waters Paradise. Sorrow broke in my heart to seeA thing so lovely ; and I heardCry from its dark securityA wildered bird. I GO HOME. My mistress dreams—and me forgot;For parlour silk I cannot care ; Abroad she will not birds invite to sandy grot ;Good warren folk awake me there ; So / go home. My mistress sprights flown out of shoe scarce prints the painted mat ; She dreams of fay and gnome,And such as in full moon carouse :So, soft, tap this foot, softlier that— And / go home.

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