To Manon On His Fortune In Loving Her
I
ID not choose thee, dearest
It was
That made the choice, not I
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I
ID not choose thee, dearest
It was
That made the choice, not I
VE as a falcon and as merciless, With bright eyes watching still the world, thy prey, I saw thee pass in thy lone majesty, Untamed, unmated, high above the press
The dull crowd gazed at thee
It could not guess The secret of thy proud aer...