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Lovers: How They Come And Part
A gyges’ ring they bear about them still,
To be, and not seen when and where they will.
They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,
They fall like dew, but make no noise at all.
So silently they one to th’ other come,
As colours steal into the pear or plum,
And air-like, leave no pression to be seen
Where’er they met or parting place has been.
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