| A Tall west window opens up the glen |
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| Let me read Greek, to see if I'm awake |
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| Rupert Loraine was full of power and vigour |
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| He left the terrace lighted by the moon |
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| Three inches high, and not a single decimal |
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| Hymn Hermes, Muse, the son of Zeus and Maia |
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| He had inherited a certain ring |
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| What more? 'Twas Rupert's fate to wed the maiden |
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| Don't be astonished. . .I'm your Grandmamma |
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| Fit now to mighty Zeus fulfilment seems |
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