Melange Love

She walks in beauty, like the night,
Like a red, red rose, newly sprung in June.
And if compared to a summer’s day
My love is a melodie sweetly played in tune.

When she is old and gray and full of sleep
This man will love her pilgrim soul,
And even then our vegetable love will grow
Vaster than empires and more slow.

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