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567 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1961
鈥漌ere it mine, that shaggy fleece that stays,
Woven and wrought into a vestment fair,
Around her beauteous bosom in such bliss!
ALl through the day she鈥檇 clasp me! Would I were
The shoes that bear her burden! When the ways
Were wet with rain, her feet I then would kiss!鈥�