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Phyllis, I knew you once when I was young, / And travelled to your land of Arcady.
Do you, of all the songs, wild songs, before you flung, / Remember mine -- its buoyant melody, / Its hope, its pride; do you remember it?
It was the song that makes the world go round; / I bought it of a Boy: in scars I paid for it, / Phyllis, to you who jested at my wound.