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Henry King - The Boyes answer to the Blackmoor
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Black Maid, complain not that I fly, 
When Fate commands Antipathy: 
Prodigious might that union prove, 
Where Night and Day together move, 
And the conjunction of our lips 
Not kisses make, but an Eclipse; 
In which the mixed black and white 
Portends more terrour than delight. 
Yet if my shadow thou wilt be, 
Enjoy thy dearest wish: But see 
Thou take my shadowes property, 
That hastes away when I come nigh: 
Else stay till death hath blinded mee, 
And then I will bequeath my self to thee.
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