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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.
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Arithmetic Mean: 9.333333
Weighted score: 5.516546
Overall Rank: 2646
Posted: October 10, 2005 7:40 AM PDT; Last modified: January 11, 2006 11:43 AM PST
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