An old maid early eer I knew...
An old maid early eer I knew
Ought but the love that on me grew
And now Im coverd oer & oer
And wish that I had been a Whore
O I cannot cannot find
The undaunted courage of a Virgin Mind
For Early I in love was crost
Before my flower of love was lost
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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