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