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16 THE BEGGAR'S VALENTINE

ISS me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine;

Fleeing away from the sweets, Seeking the dust and rain, Sworn to the staff and road, Scorning pleasure and pain;

Nevertheless my mouth Would rest like a bird an hour And fine in your curls a nest And find in your breast a bower:

Nevertheless my eyes Would lose themselves in your own, Rivers that seek the sea, Angels before the throne: