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256 pages, Hardcover
First published September 29, 2000
Time bringeth swift to end
The rout men keep;
Death's wolf is nigh to rend
These silly sheep
She had dreams all yesternight
Of her own betrothèd knight
'Tis she!—but why that bleeding bosom gor'd,
Why dimly gleams the visionary sword?
Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone, 'twas natural to please.