I went to thank Her
I went to thank Her
But She Slept
Her Bed a funneled Stone
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot
That Travellers had thrown
Who went to thank Her
But She Slept
‘Twas Short to cross the Sea
To look upon Her like alive
But turning back ’twas slow
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