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Poem: In Thought and Soul

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Go far away, ye forsaken hours, Nor do I need thy cares, o world, Sun and season, set me free, I have frolic love in my midst, and that's enough for the whilst.
All over and around in my voyage, Have I countered a hundred maidens But ye, on knowing, I rest my feet. Charming to folks, bathed in moon, yet thou are robed with eternal grace.
Weaving tales, thine eyes enchant me And voice, fairer than countless fairies, My heart arrests at thy furtive glances. I speak true, that from thereafter, I have become ye, in thought and soul.