Ribald are the notions
that pass between tongue and cheek.
Know, darlings, that
you are beyond my reproach.

I sought further dealings
with your wining and dining
brethren.

Always supposing
that it was a time for utterance
and drear.

When I lie down with my
leaning tree

I am alone, and at once
free from your coax,
to fell the dawn.

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