O'er (love poems)blimey angel-guarded go to bed,
That an pismire lost its direction
Where on dope methought I dwelt.
Troubled, wildered, and lorn,
Dark, bedimmed, travel-worn,
All over many a embroil spray,
Entirely heart-broke, I found out her enjoin:
'Oh (love poems)my kids! do they cry,
Answer they get a line their father sigh?
Forthwith they look beyond the sea to see,
Forthwith return and (love poems)weep for me.'
Condoling with, I cut down a tear:
Merely I ascertained a glow-worm all but,
Who responded, '(love poems)What wailing Isle of Wight
Calls the security guard of the dark?
'I'm set to alight the ground,
Although the beetle blends in his (love poems)round:
Adopt now the beetle's hum;
Fiddling (love poems)wanderer, hotfoot thee domicile!
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