Buen Matina
Sweet, at this morn I chancid
To peep into the chamber; lo! I glancid,
And saw white sheets thy whiter skin disclosing,
And soft-sweet cheek on pillow soft reposing;
Then said, " Were I that pillow,
Dear, for thy love I would not wear the willow."
To peep into the chamber; lo! I glancid,
And saw white sheets thy whiter skin disclosing,
And soft-sweet cheek on pillow soft reposing;
Then said, " Were I that pillow,
Dear, for thy love I would not wear the willow."
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