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The nymph steals the farm-son (Sonnet) by <~>

Before I captured you, you sought meat and bread and peace. My turnings bade you cease seeking solitude that old life brought. I swept the earth stippling stubble in grooves and chains of dance; moved your heart to gambol, stole you from your ramble, melted you, stubborn man. You spied my moves and judged my worth, left behind hoe and plow and dwell with me, now.

richa 12-Jan-06/1:49 PM
This is a terrible liberty. :(




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