There is a shade past the veil
That covers the moving limbs
With the grass carries the wind as a sail.
Many images fill the simulation
Of what you may do near the lake,
As a secretly lost criminal
Evades impressions for the sake
Of a wholly owned idea ;
She was very close, past the stake,
Too distant for a plea
Of where she had come from
And turned to, return(ed) to the seal
Of her natural heir's dominion
Bubbles with the matting entwined
Through a foreign location,
(For she walking with her dogged
Expression,) up the hill
Now carrying hidden what was mined?
Look by the ray still
Comes though the low sheet
This is now the time to will
And now grace an attempt to meet.
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