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Thrice, or I moved to sack, I saw you: how

Without siege laid I can as simply tell

As whether below the dreams of Astrophel

Lurks local truth some scholars would allow

And others will deny in ours! O now

The punishing girl met after Toynbee’s bell

Tolled for us all I see too bloody well

To say why then I cheapened a blind bow.

Paid at the shore eyes, ears, a shaking hand,

A pull of blood; behind you coming back,

Already holding, began to be borne away . .

Held. After Mozart, saw you bend and stand

Beside my seat . . held. I recovered. . . Rack

The consumer! I rushed out Rockwell Street one day.