Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching Oh turn not in from marching To taverns on the way: The drought and thirst and parching A little dust will lay And take desire away. Oh waste no words a wooing The soft sleep to your bed; She is not worth pursuing, You will so soon be dead; And death will serve instead. |
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