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Methinks all nature hath no cure for Love	A
Plaster or unguent Nicias saving one	B
And this is light and pleasant to a man	C
Yet hard withal to compass minstrelsy	D
As well thou wottest being thyself a leech	E
And a prime favourite of those Sisters nine	F
'Twas thus our Giant lived a life of ease	D
Old Polyphemus when the down scarce seen	G
On lip and chin he wooed his ocean nymph	H
No curlypated rose and apple wooer	I
But a fell madman blind to all but love	A
Oft from the green grass foldward fared his sheep	J
Unbid while he upon the windy beach	E
Singing his Galatea sat and pined	K
From dawn to dusk an ulcer at his heart	L
Great Aphrodite's shaft had fixed it there	I
Yet found he that one cure he sate him down	M
On the tall cliff and seaward looked and sang	N
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'White Galatea why disdain thy love	A
White as a pressed cheese delicate as the lamb	O
Wild as the heifer soft as summer grapes	D
If sweet sleep chain me here thou walk'st at large	P
If sweet sleep loose me straightway thou art gone	Q
Scared like a sheep that sees the grey wolf near	I
I loved thee maiden when thou cam'st long since	D
To pluck the hyacinth blossom on the fell	R
Thou and my mother piloted by me	S
I saw thee see thee still from that day forth	T
For ever but 'tis naught ay naught to thee	S
I know sweet maiden why thou art so coy	U
Shaggy and huge a single eyebrow spans	D
From ear to ear my forehead whence one eye	V
Gleams and an o'erbroad nostril tops my lip	W
Yet I this monster feed a thousand sheep	J
That yield me sweetest draughts at milking tide	X
In summer autumn or midwinter still	Y
Fails not my cheese my milkpail aye o'erflows	D
Then I can pipe as ne'er did Giant yet	Z
Singing our loves ours honey thine and mine	F
At dead of night and hinds I rear eleven	B
Each with her fawn and bearcubs four for thee	S
Oh come to me thou shalt not rue the day	A2
And let the mad seas beat against the shore	I
'Twere sweet to haunt my cave the livelong night	B2
Laurel and cypress tall and ivy dun	B
And vines of sumptuous fruitage all are there	I
And a cold spring that pine clad tna flings	D
Down from the white snow's midst a draught for gods	D
Who would not change for this the ocean waves	D
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'But thou mislik'st my hair Well oaken logs	D
Are here and embers yet aglow with fire	I
Burn if thou wilt my heart out and mine eye	V
Mine only eye wherein is my delight	B2
Oh why was I not born a finny thing	C2
To float unto thy side and kiss thy hand	D2
Denied thy lips and bring thee lilies white	B2
And crimson petalled poppies' dainty bloom	E2
Nay summer hath his flowers and autumn his	D
I could not bring all these the selfsame day	A2
Lo should some mariner hither oar his road	F2
Sweet he shall teach me straightway how to swim	G2
That haply I may learn what bliss ye find	K
In your sea homes O Galatea come	H2
Forth from yon waves and coming forth forget	Z
As I do sitting here to get thee home	I2
And feed my flocks and milk them nothing loth	J2
And pour the rennet in to fix my cheese	D
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'The blame's my mother's she is false to me	S
Spake thee ne'er yet one sweet word for my sake	K2
Though day by day she sees me pine and pine	F
I'll feign strange throbbings in my head and feet	L2
To anguish her as I am anguished now '	-
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O Cyclops Cyclops where are flown thy wits	D
Go plait rush baskets lop the olive boughs	D
To feed thy lambkins 'twere the shrewder part	L
Chase not the recreant milk the willing ewe	M2
The world hath Galateas fairer yet	Z
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' Many a fair damsel bids me sport with her	I
The livelong night and smiles if I give ear	I
On land at least I still am somebody '	-
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Thus did the Giant feed his love on song	N2
And gained more ease than may be bought with gold	O2

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