The Wandering gadling in the summer tide


The wandering gadling in the summer tide
That finds the adder with his retchless foot
Starts not dismayed so suddenly aside
As jealous Despite did, though there were no boot,
When that he saw me sitting by her side
That of my health is very crop and root.
It pleased me then to have so fair a grace
To sting that heart that would have my place.
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