Winter
Your love is a yellow hue
do paint me this meadow
with delight from Dion's blues
pleasing the third quarter ear.
When it chirrups chirrups!
& rock my heart so fierce
do strum your gentle palms
& lips blushing pilgrims.
And in some mannerly devotion show
tread upon my winter seasons
unpleasing the envious autumn,
when the eyes is nothing without the Sun.
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