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Excerpt from Selected Poems High is my window, hard my bed; Yet Whoso loves thee never grieves. Men stole me from my liberty, And swiftly, as a spider weaves, They set their snares to compass me; Yet whoso loves thee never grieves. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.