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Rh Beyond all other things That give my words fleet wings, Fleet wings and strong, You set their jesses ringing Till hardly can I, singing, Stint my song.

But all things better, friend, And worse must find an end: And, right or wrong, ’Tis time, lest rhyme should baffle, I doubt, to put a snaffle On my song.

And never may your ear Aught harsher hear or fear, Nor wolfish night Nor dog-toothed winter snarling Behind your steps, my darling My delight!

For all the gifts you give Me, dear, each day you live, Of thanks above All thanks that could be spoken Take not my song in token, Take my love.