Come live with me and be my love
And we shall no new pleasures prove
Of starry skies and moonswept hills
Nor wandering streams and dappled rills
The river runs as it has run before
'tween rocky mounds and pebbled shore
Spray glitters on the spider's skeins
But golden locks this view outshines
The pathway home is now mislaid
Former restraint lies betrayed
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