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Pastiche on Byron
We'll write now gentle psalms
quiet words, subdued and meek.
We’ll sing words humble, calm
explaining that we seek
solace only, balm
that heav’n provides the weak.
And we’ll write no more of loving
and we’ll go no more a-roving . . .
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