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Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden: But better memory said Fie; So vain desire was chidden— Hey nonny nonny O! Hey nonny nonny! Into a slumber then I fell, And fond imagination Seeméd to see, but could not tell, Her feature or her fashion: But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, And sometimes fall a-weeping, So I awaked as wise that while As when I fell a-sleeping. |