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A pregnant bank swelled up, to rest
The violets reclining head,
Sat we two, one anothers best;
Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast blame, which thence did spring,
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes, upon one double string;
So to entergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one,
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As twixt to equal Armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls, (which, to advance their state,
Were gone out,) hung 'twixt her, and me.
And while our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
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