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And thou the Queen thereof, as white as dove

New-sped from Heaven, and fine and fair to see

As coy Queen Mab when, out upon the lea,

She met her master and was lov'd of him.

Thou art allied to long-hair'd cherubim,

And I a something undesired of these,

With woesome lips and eyes for ever dim.

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I was ordain'd thy minstrel, but alas!

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I dare not greet thee when I see thee pass;

I scarce, indeed, may hope at any time,

To work my will, or triumph in a rhyme

To do thee honour; no, nor make amends

For unsought fervor, in the tangled ends

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