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THE morn's my constant mistress,
And the lovely owl my marrow;
The naming drake,
And the night-crow, make
Me music to my sorrow.
I know more than Apollo;
For oft when he lies sleeping,
I behold the stars
At mortal wars, / And the rounded welkin weeping.
The moon embraces her shepherd, / And the Queen of Love her warrior; / While the first does horn / The stars of the morn, / And the next the heavenly farrier.
With a heart of furious fancies, / Whereof I am commander: / With a burning spear, / And a horse of air, / To the wilderness I wander;
With a Knight of ghosts and shadows, / I summoned am to Tourney: / Ten leagues beyond / The wide world's end; / Methinks it is no journey.