Edin’s Nymphette.
You certainly describe,
To me, a wandering spirit,
Sprightliness, nimble and quick,
Are the hands clapping,
For an audience being here.
What magic hath bewitched,
A simple notion of thy love ?
Nothing of commonness bequeathed,
Beneath a halo of divinity,
Where eyes covet-eth my sign.
Hath my lady softly fair,
Been made more happy, anew ?
For a noble knight with head,
May have lost it overnight,
For that wonderful smile you give.
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