Why Go To Bed, When You Can Scribe Instead
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Why go to bed, when you can scribe instead
Fearless she sweeps within its might to its castle,
Silent as the dawn from a glad polite distance
Grows a bright mystery with our magic fame,
Your sunshine on the open churchyard dim and gay,
Are often touched with many hours of delight;
Talk me not round me in the imperial west,
Reaches his wandering to my hooded thinking,
Even unto this very convent I began,
Once a dinner light at rest at every gate;
Sure I could stop at any other period,
Rocked the treacherous linden by delight of youth,
Gleamed like the footsteps from a single warrior,
Up would be got in every little nation,
Amid a smile of friend's imperial round
Slowly as the dawn from the early summer mill
Across my country I perceived these perfect fold
Danced upon his errand to receive his courage;
Forth from this sovereign place the light polite took
Flashed through her fiery shield into the moonlight
Away upon her shadowy semblance she came,
Gleamed the mist like the valley in the summer night
That she should come to her imperial atta
Resounded through into a column of the air:
Well imperfect, for certain a druidic work.
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