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In a myrtle shade
IN A MYRTLE SHADE To a lovely myrtle bound, Blossoms show'ring all around, O how sick and weary I Underneath my myrtle lie! Why should I be bound to thee, O my lovely myrtle-tree? Love, free Love, cannot be bound To any tree that grows on ground. William Blake (1757-1827)