Poems (Taylor)/Pilgrim Song

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PILGRIM SONG
Girdles of gold and of gramaraye
 My lady's bosom clip.
And so I tread this aching way,
 Dead roses in my scrip.

Her head was like Aldeboran.
 (O Christ, that Star is set!)
Her voice was a spell Arabian.
 (But shall I not forget?)

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