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But where began the change and what s my crime

But where began the change and what 's my crime?
The wretch condemned who has not been arraigned
Chafes at his sentence. Shall I unsustained
Drag on Love 's nerveless body thro ' all time?
I must have slept since now I wake. Prepare
You lovers to know Love a thing of moods
Not like hard life of laws. In Love 's deep woods
I dreamt of loyal Life the offence is there!
Love 's jealous woods about the sun are curled
At least the sun far brighter there did beam.
My crime is that the puppet of a dream
I plotted to be worthy of the world.
Oh had I with my darling helped to mince
The facts of life you still had seen me go
With hindward feather and with forward toe
Her much adored delightful Fairy Prince!.

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