Glad to see him come to the point to which I had been drawing
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
For he would be thinking of love
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
TO SOME I HAVE TALKED WITH BY THE FIRE
WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
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