No seasons took away
The perfect calm,
A slumber it was
That sealed my spirit
Weaving fabric of day and night
To worth
I enquired my delight,
How sweet was the rosy touch
When I resembled
The very feel on her
Nothing common did I feel
Casting mine eye to see,
I took off the face cloth
And was dazzled
How my work curled on her face
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