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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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