I bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.

- To Sorrow

Auteur: John Keats

I bade good morrow,<br />And thought to leave her far away behind;<br />But cheerly, cheerly,<br />She loves me dearly;<br />She is so constant to me, and so kind.<br /><br />- <i>To Sorrow</i> - John Keats

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