On a Girdle
Edmund Waller
1606 to 1687
Track 1
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That which her slender waist confined,
Shall now my joyful temples bind:
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
The pale which held that lovely deer.
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
No monarch but would give his crown,
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair:
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heaven's extremest sphere,
Did all within this circle move!
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
A narrow compass! and yet there
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