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I GO HOME
My mistress dreams—and me forgot;
For parlour silks I cannot care;
Abroad she will not roam.
But birds invite to sandy grot;
Good warren folk await me there;
So I go home.
Her human sprite’s flown out of house;
Her shoe scarce prints the painted mat;
She dreams of fay and gnome,
And such as in full moon carouse:
So, soft, tap this foot, softlier that—
And I go home.
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