Hear me, blonde tressed bonnie-lassie!
Kill me not by thine raunchy eyes.

Never could ye imprison me
By thy voluptuous coax

Thou can't get blood out of a stone
Akin to it, tranquility from my heart

I'll never get drowned to your fathomless sea of love
As I fell in love with nature

Rose,indeed, art thou be depicted by bards
Lacks they, to ponder spine thee beneath it

Trust I on a hissing snake
Than an enticing Circe

Virile juvenile may thou admire
Realize they not in thy love quagmire.

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