Another morn, a shade darker than dark,
For that which I do spy ‘yond the drapes,
And in days like these, m’ queen, ‘tis hard
To admit that forever’s already ‘scaped.
Tetrameter Twenty-seven
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Another morn, a shade darker than dark,
For that which I do spy ‘yond the drapes,
And in days like these, m’ queen, ‘tis hard
To admit that forever’s already ‘scaped.
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