| The moon’s my constant mistress
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| And the lowly owl my marrow;
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| The flaming drake and the night crow make
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| Me music to my sorrow
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| With a host of furious fancies
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| Whereof I am commander
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| With a burning spear and a horse of air
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| To the wilderness I wander
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| I know more than Apollo
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| For oft, when he lies sleeping
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| I see the stars at bloody wars
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| In the wounded welkin weeping
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| By a knight of ghosts and shadows
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| I summoned am to tourney
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| Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end:
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| Methinks it is no journey
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| The moon embrace her shepherd
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| And th Queen of Love her warrior
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| While th first doth horn the star of morn
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| And the next the heavenly Farrier
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| I know more than Apollo
|
| For oft, when he lies sleeping
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| I see the stars at bloody wars
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| In the wounded welkin weeping
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| By a knight of ghosts and shadows
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| I summoned am to tourney
|
| Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end:
|
| Methinks it is no journey
|
| I know more than Apollo
|
| For oft, when he lies sleeping
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| I see the stars at bloody wars
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| In the wounded welkin weeping
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| By a knight of ghosts and shadows
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| I summoned am to tourney
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| Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end:
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| Methinks it is no journey |